I've always been pretty klutzy.
I remember writing one of my college essays my klutziness, particularly one time where I slammed the washing machine door on my hand and how much it hurt.
During the many beach weeks my friends and I took after graduation, I remember tearing my foot open after stepping on a piece of luggage, gettign a bloody nose from a surly wakeboard, and taking a flying football to the face while lounging on the beach, Marsha-Marsha-Marsha style. (Okay, that injury wasn't a result of my clumsiness, but still.)
The stuff I've been reading as I progress each week in my pregnancy have warned me of potential instability due to a growing belly throwing off my center of gravity. What I read recommended avoiding wearing heels, even. (A few days after I read all that, the earthquake hit. I thought that was kind of ironic.) But I try not to get too wrapped up in all that stuff as it seems there are approximately 672 potential side effects to pregnancy.
Not too wrapped up until I ran into the door jam of J's office the other night. Smack into it. Seriously. Luckily, I didn't seriously hurt myself but man, apparently some of those side effects are true! Now I can add loss of balance to (warning: possibly TMI): nose bleeds, nasal congestion, back aches, nausea, vomiting, fatigue, dry eyes, heightened sense of smell, tender breasts, mood swings, irritability, and extra saliva, among others.
Oh, and J and I took a bike ride a few weekends ago and I fell off on the first leg. Literally toppled over. Embarassing!
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21 September 2011
30 August 2011
Generosity
A few weeks ago, I got pretty lucky.
I've posted several times about the beautiful bridesmaids dresses we ordered from etsian sohomode. When the shop owner, Louise, asked if she could get some photographs of my ladies in their dresses for her blog, I said heck yeah! I thought it'd be a great opportunity for our photographer to get some added exposure and, well, the ladies looked great, so why not?
By the way, if you're looking for a photographer in the Baltimore/DC area, definitely check out her site. She was extremely responsive from the beginning, sent tons of original engagement session shoot ideas (included in our package), and was very accommodating when our engagement session had to be postponed. She works with her husband, and they're just the sweetest. I could so see us being friends in real life. I'll admit, it's a bit awkward having someone stare at you, waiting for the perfect photographic moments as you're getting your makeup applied, hair curled, and getting down to your unmentionables as you get into your dress, but Serena made it all feel as natural as it could. I can't wait to work with her again.
Here's her blog, too, if you're interested.
But back to Louise and her shop. She requested these photographs, and I agreed to send them to her once I got home from work:
We continued to talk about lovely the dresses turned out in our etsy convo when I mentioned that I loved this dress, available in her shop:
That's when she offered a 99% coupon code to me as long as I provided my photographs. Uhhh what? Her dresses are $110 to $150 typically. This one was $110, something I certainly wouldn't pay for a dress I'd wear once or twice. Because, oh yeah, it's a maternity dress. One that I'm hoping to wear to my baby shower. Because J and I are pregnant!
We're due in February. Of course we're excited, but I'm not going to deny that I'm nervous!
AND I'm super excited about my new dress and the generosity of etsy sellers. Louise, you rock! So go check out her shop. She'll be back from vacation by early September.
I've posted several times about the beautiful bridesmaids dresses we ordered from etsian sohomode. When the shop owner, Louise, asked if she could get some photographs of my ladies in their dresses for her blog, I said heck yeah! I thought it'd be a great opportunity for our photographer to get some added exposure and, well, the ladies looked great, so why not?
By the way, if you're looking for a photographer in the Baltimore/DC area, definitely check out her site. She was extremely responsive from the beginning, sent tons of original engagement session shoot ideas (included in our package), and was very accommodating when our engagement session had to be postponed. She works with her husband, and they're just the sweetest. I could so see us being friends in real life. I'll admit, it's a bit awkward having someone stare at you, waiting for the perfect photographic moments as you're getting your makeup applied, hair curled, and getting down to your unmentionables as you get into your dress, but Serena made it all feel as natural as it could. I can't wait to work with her again.
Here's her blog, too, if you're interested.
But back to Louise and her shop. She requested these photographs, and I agreed to send them to her once I got home from work:
We continued to talk about lovely the dresses turned out in our etsy convo when I mentioned that I loved this dress, available in her shop:
That's when she offered a 99% coupon code to me as long as I provided my photographs. Uhhh what? Her dresses are $110 to $150 typically. This one was $110, something I certainly wouldn't pay for a dress I'd wear once or twice. Because, oh yeah, it's a maternity dress. One that I'm hoping to wear to my baby shower. Because J and I are pregnant!
We're due in February. Of course we're excited, but I'm not going to deny that I'm nervous!
AND I'm super excited about my new dress and the generosity of etsy sellers. Louise, you rock! So go check out her shop. She'll be back from vacation by early September.
10 May 2011
32 Days: The Meeting
So people, only 32 days to the big day. I'm freakin out a bit about my to-do list but am trying to put things into perspective and stay calm.
In lieu of a freak-out post, I figured I'd write about the night J and I met.
A little backstory: Years ago, when R and I would go to restaurants, we would leave our phone numbers on receipts for the waiter with instructions to 'Take his pick'. I know, it's a bit demeaning to ourselves but it was funny and usually we thought it was hilarious. Literally never did either of us receive a phone call from one of those scrawled receipt messages, but we never expected to. It was just funny to us.
Okay, now for the night J and I met. It was the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving of 2006, and my college roommate at the time blew me off. We were supposed to go to the new Green Turtle in our mutual 'home town', but she took a late nap and didn't wake up in time to go out. At the last minute, I called a middle school friend, J, to see if she wanted to catch up. She had plans with another friend, L, someone I had known since elementary school, so we all decided to go to The Green Turtle together.
We grabbed a booth in the seating section and had some girl talk. To our left was a group of people sitting a long table. Most of them were girls with a few guys scattered about. One of the guys was pretty cute, J and I agreed.
After some more scoping, J, L, and I decided that we'd hop over to the next bar for the rest of the night. But before we left, I wrote a napkin note a la the receipts R and I used to leave that said something along the lines of "Hey, cute boy. Take your pick," with a stick figure drawing of our table with our phone numbers. Pathetic, I know. But hilarious, too, particularly because L wasn't into it, so when she slipped away from the table to go to the bathroom, we discreetly added her number. J and I thought that was so funny.
Anyway, a few moments later as we made our way out of the bar, I picked a path past J and slipped him the folded napkin. He looked utterly confused - as of course he didn't notice our table the entire time we were there - but accepted it.
Flash forward two weeks. That's right, two weeks.
My granny - my great grandmother - had passed away, so my mom was in Arkansas for her funeral. I was speaking with my mom on the phone when I heard the call-waiting beep. Usually I screen but was taken off guard and answered. It was J. He said, "Uh, hi. I got your number off a napkin?" [How funny would it have been if I had said, "You need to be a little more specific"?]
I laughed and told him the napkin was a silly joke (because, really, I was a bit embarassed that we did something so childish) and that I hadn't expected him to call. That didn't sound very kind, but we trudged through the conversation and a few conversations later, we set up our first date.
It turns out that he wasn't going to call again as it was his second attempt and he doesn't leave voicemails. And since I screen, it was lucky that I even answered.
After we started dating regularly and people asked how we met, I'd come up with lavish stories, different every time, to conceal my napkin story. Though I don't think I should truly be embarassed about it because it all worked out.
We considered using cocktail napkins as invitations. Would have been awesome.
Perhaps another day I'll share the story of our first date, which was equally as awkward.
In lieu of a freak-out post, I figured I'd write about the night J and I met.
A little backstory: Years ago, when R and I would go to restaurants, we would leave our phone numbers on receipts for the waiter with instructions to 'Take his pick'. I know, it's a bit demeaning to ourselves but it was funny and usually we thought it was hilarious. Literally never did either of us receive a phone call from one of those scrawled receipt messages, but we never expected to. It was just funny to us.
Okay, now for the night J and I met. It was the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving of 2006, and my college roommate at the time blew me off. We were supposed to go to the new Green Turtle in our mutual 'home town', but she took a late nap and didn't wake up in time to go out. At the last minute, I called a middle school friend, J, to see if she wanted to catch up. She had plans with another friend, L, someone I had known since elementary school, so we all decided to go to The Green Turtle together.
We grabbed a booth in the seating section and had some girl talk. To our left was a group of people sitting a long table. Most of them were girls with a few guys scattered about. One of the guys was pretty cute, J and I agreed.
After some more scoping, J, L, and I decided that we'd hop over to the next bar for the rest of the night. But before we left, I wrote a napkin note a la the receipts R and I used to leave that said something along the lines of "Hey, cute boy. Take your pick," with a stick figure drawing of our table with our phone numbers. Pathetic, I know. But hilarious, too, particularly because L wasn't into it, so when she slipped away from the table to go to the bathroom, we discreetly added her number. J and I thought that was so funny.
Anyway, a few moments later as we made our way out of the bar, I picked a path past J and slipped him the folded napkin. He looked utterly confused - as of course he didn't notice our table the entire time we were there - but accepted it.
Flash forward two weeks. That's right, two weeks.
My granny - my great grandmother - had passed away, so my mom was in Arkansas for her funeral. I was speaking with my mom on the phone when I heard the call-waiting beep. Usually I screen but was taken off guard and answered. It was J. He said, "Uh, hi. I got your number off a napkin?" [How funny would it have been if I had said, "You need to be a little more specific"?]
I laughed and told him the napkin was a silly joke (because, really, I was a bit embarassed that we did something so childish) and that I hadn't expected him to call. That didn't sound very kind, but we trudged through the conversation and a few conversations later, we set up our first date.
It turns out that he wasn't going to call again as it was his second attempt and he doesn't leave voicemails. And since I screen, it was lucky that I even answered.
After we started dating regularly and people asked how we met, I'd come up with lavish stories, different every time, to conceal my napkin story. Though I don't think I should truly be embarassed about it because it all worked out.
We considered using cocktail napkins as invitations. Would have been awesome.
Perhaps another day I'll share the story of our first date, which was equally as awkward.
23 December 2010
Holiday Cheer
Happy Holidays from me, J, and our babies!
This was our holiday postcard that went out to family and friends. While it may not quite rival last year's in holiday cheer, we thought it well made up for it in absurdity.
I wanted to find holiday-themed shower caps but couldn't. I did include some holiday loofahs in their bubble bath, but we chose one of the close-ups, so they're no where to be found. I worry some recipients won't even understand that our babies are taking a bath! But I still think this would be a card I'd be happy to receive!
Enjoy the next few days!
This was our holiday postcard that went out to family and friends. While it may not quite rival last year's in holiday cheer, we thought it well made up for it in absurdity.
I wanted to find holiday-themed shower caps but couldn't. I did include some holiday loofahs in their bubble bath, but we chose one of the close-ups, so they're no where to be found. I worry some recipients won't even understand that our babies are taking a bath! But I still think this would be a card I'd be happy to receive!
Enjoy the next few days!
05 November 2010
Reborns
I just found this on etsy, and I’m thoroughly creeped out.
Have you ever seen the documentary on BBC called “My Fake Baby” about the women who collect these? Like this?
They’re called reborns. Sometimes their limbs have joints. Their heads can be weighted so that they need to be supported. Even magnets are sometimes installed to attach pacifiers, heartbeat simulators, heat packs, and even umbilical cords.
The website where I got some of this information is called For My Little Star. At the end of the page I was reading, it says “…and I look forward to making your tiny wish come true!”
Reading that kind of made me feel like an asshole because obviously I started this post making fun of these dolls and the people that cart them around like crazies. What if these baby dolls are all these women can have – because of infertility or other circumstances?
But within about 1.5 seconds I realized, wait. Your tiny wish is for a vinyl baby doll? Come on. Think of all the bajillions of unadopted and unfostered children in this world. What about them.
And then my thoughts went to, Wait, am I just being an asshole again? Am I not considering the access (or lack thereof) of women (and men) to adoptable children who may be wishing away their afternoon right now?
Because let’s be real. According to the Evan B. Donaldson Adoption Institute, a non-profit founded in 1996 which is dedicated to improving adoption policy and practice, domestic foster care can cost between $0 and $2,500; domestic adoption through a private agency can cost between $4,000 and $30,000 (though from a foster care, it can be free); domestic adoption through an independent organization or individual can cost between $8,000 and $30,000; and an international adoption can cost between $7,000 and $25,000. Those amounts aren’t exactly chillin out in everyone’s bank accounts, now are they?
And aside from money, adoption takes time. For domestic adoptions from private agencies, adoption can take up to twelve months. For international adoptions, the process can take one to four years.
All of that information is very sad – if not necessary. But it makes me confused about how I feel about the reborns. Are they an absolutely fantastic idea or a totally creepy one?
But then I thought some more. What about allllll the unwanted pets that need to be adopted? I’m not suggesting that they’re a replacement for a child, obviously, but a damn good replacement for a reborn*.
*Ha, I typed “unborn” first accidentally.
02 November 2010
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like...
Here's the 2009 Christmas card photograph, as promised:
We seriously got 20x the amount of positive feedback on this one as compared to years' past, where J and I included ourselves in the photograph. How dare you!, we've learned. Only dogs is definitely the way to go.
It'll be hard to top last year's photograph this year, but I already have an idea. Wha ha ha.
We seriously got 20x the amount of positive feedback on this one as compared to years' past, where J and I included ourselves in the photograph. How dare you!, we've learned. Only dogs is definitely the way to go.
It'll be hard to top last year's photograph this year, but I already have an idea. Wha ha ha.
19 October 2010
The Creep, again
Well, The Creep is at it again.
Yesterday he went around my small office telling everyone I was pregnant.
Can you believe that?
I had a talk with my boss - again - and we decided that I should approach him about it first. Then my boss asked that I make a list of the growing number of incidents between us so that he would be prepared with something, in writing, for the next time - which he expects there to be.
Luckily The Creep appeared to be pretty open to my request for him to show me more respect, particularly in front of our teammates. It's no secret that I'm the youngest and most inexperienced by far, and I really don't need a coworker demeaning me in front of my other teammates.
He immediately knew what I was referring to and apologized. He told me that he's had a hard time adjusting to his new position - we started on the same day - but that he's been handling it poorly by taking it out on me.
Hopefully there won't be another incident between us, but I'm prepared for it. My boss conceded that receiving this kind of treatment at a job where I'm not a "10" (on a scale of 1 to 10 in happiness) isn't good. Agreed. Receiving this kind of treatment if I were a 10 would not be good either.
Have any of you experienced such obvious harassment? If so, how did you handle it? I need some serious feedback on this one since it's such a blower to me that he'd act so obviously inappropriately.
Yesterday he went around my small office telling everyone I was pregnant.
Can you believe that?
I had a talk with my boss - again - and we decided that I should approach him about it first. Then my boss asked that I make a list of the growing number of incidents between us so that he would be prepared with something, in writing, for the next time - which he expects there to be.
Luckily The Creep appeared to be pretty open to my request for him to show me more respect, particularly in front of our teammates. It's no secret that I'm the youngest and most inexperienced by far, and I really don't need a coworker demeaning me in front of my other teammates.
He immediately knew what I was referring to and apologized. He told me that he's had a hard time adjusting to his new position - we started on the same day - but that he's been handling it poorly by taking it out on me.
Hopefully there won't be another incident between us, but I'm prepared for it. My boss conceded that receiving this kind of treatment at a job where I'm not a "10" (on a scale of 1 to 10 in happiness) isn't good. Agreed. Receiving this kind of treatment if I were a 10 would not be good either.
Have any of you experienced such obvious harassment? If so, how did you handle it? I need some serious feedback on this one since it's such a blower to me that he'd act so obviously inappropriately.
01 October 2010
24 September 2010
Stars and Stress
Have you ever noticed that we, as Americans, really only seem to value stressful jobs? Like, if I had a job that was pretty low-key and low-stress, people wouldn't take it - or me - that seriously?
This occurred to me yesterday when I was invited last minute to attend an industry event at work. I, who had dressed for a day in my very-small-office - in draw-string linen pants and flats with a cardigan - painfully stood out at this event as being extremely under-dressed. It was a sea of black suits. On men and women.
As soon as I noticed this, I rushed into the bathroom to scrape back my hair into a more appropriate bun. That's when I also noticed that through my pants khaki-colored pants you could see my white-and-blue star underwear. Great.
As my insecurity rose, the voice of my boss popped into my head. Was I being too concerned about what others thought of me? I've never thought myself someone who cares what other people think, but maybe I am. And that's when I realized that stressful jobs are more valued than non-stressful ones.
That might seem like a big jump from being underdressed, but to me, it's not. The reason I felt underdressed was because everyone else was dressed so, well, seriously. Black suits for a luncheon? At a networking event? It's not like these people were at a career fair. Nope, just hanging around with some old and potentially new friends, talking industry stuff and having some wedding-like fare.
When I tell people that I'd love love love to own a dog-walking business, most laugh. A dog-walking business? "But you have a master's." Literally what my dentist said to me the other day. And my response should be, "So?" A master's would come in great handy for the business side of a dog-walking business, wouldn't it? What makes running your own business less impressive than working 60+ hours a week for The Man or The Corporation?
I don't get it. I don't think I'm making much sense, either.
Does anyone feel me on this?
This occurred to me yesterday when I was invited last minute to attend an industry event at work. I, who had dressed for a day in my very-small-office - in draw-string linen pants and flats with a cardigan - painfully stood out at this event as being extremely under-dressed. It was a sea of black suits. On men and women.
As soon as I noticed this, I rushed into the bathroom to scrape back my hair into a more appropriate bun. That's when I also noticed that through my pants khaki-colored pants you could see my white-and-blue star underwear. Great.
As my insecurity rose, the voice of my boss popped into my head. Was I being too concerned about what others thought of me? I've never thought myself someone who cares what other people think, but maybe I am. And that's when I realized that stressful jobs are more valued than non-stressful ones.
That might seem like a big jump from being underdressed, but to me, it's not. The reason I felt underdressed was because everyone else was dressed so, well, seriously. Black suits for a luncheon? At a networking event? It's not like these people were at a career fair. Nope, just hanging around with some old and potentially new friends, talking industry stuff and having some wedding-like fare.
When I tell people that I'd love love love to own a dog-walking business, most laugh. A dog-walking business? "But you have a master's." Literally what my dentist said to me the other day. And my response should be, "So?" A master's would come in great handy for the business side of a dog-walking business, wouldn't it? What makes running your own business less impressive than working 60+ hours a week for The Man or The Corporation?
I don't get it. I don't think I'm making much sense, either.
Does anyone feel me on this?
14 September 2010
Mood My Board
I just got a quick reminder of the gloriousness that is Angie's art today (not that I forgot), and I'm super pumped for the piece I've commissioned from her. Once you guys see it, you'll all want a portrait of your baby family.*
I've already sketched a place for it (literally, on my "Master Bedroom" design board) above our (not yet purchased) dresser. Can. Not. Wait.
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I accidentally disabled comments for a few posts, and I know you're disappointed that you couldn't comment on my House Befores post, so you can comment to your heart's desire on this post and the following.
J and I have been spending a glorious week or so out of the house since we're having our floors resanded and stained. We've resumed our regular lives somewhat if not mostly, and I forgot how great and relaxed (with the exception of my neuroses) they are!
I wanted to continue to catch you up with our work before things get crazy again, and I was going to upload some of our first demo pictures, for fun, but Blogger just notified me that I've exceeded my capacity. Bastard. I'll have to go home to purge and refresh. Oh, and erase some photographs.
In the meantime, I'm feeling like it's time for another {} little things {} in life. What do you say? Today's is: eating Famous Amos cookies by the handful because. you. can.
Until tomorrow.
31 August 2010
Smile City
… A follow-up to Gripe City, yesterday’s post.
Though my cranky pants are merely dirty, getting washed and will probably be available for wear here again soon, I’m trying to look through all the this-paint-color-is-ugly-and-let’s-tear-down-that-wall-no-that-one bs and really discover the things that I love so far about being a homeowner (!). Here goes:
{} I love that J calls me the “Money Manager”. All those years honing my Excel skills (and money-counting) have really paid off.{} I love that in a few weeks, I’ll be sleeping in MY house.
{} I love that the yard is OUR yard to do with what we want.
{} I love that if the paint colors are in fact ugly or if we tear down the wrong wall, no one will really care except us.
{} I love that I have a “project” that will keep me occupied for the unforseeable future (though I still want one of those baby things, too!)
{} I love that J and I were able to save such a hefty amount of money and still live our lives happily. I don’t and won’t look back on the past year and think of it as the year “we saved”. Because, let’s be honest, I’ll ALWAYS be on a budget and I’ll ALWAYS be a saver.
And hopefully this weekend I’ll FINALLY be able to get some photographs off of J’s camera to share with you, but projects are moving so quickly that I might have a bit of a backlog to get through. I’ll catch you up, though!
Though my cranky pants are merely dirty, getting washed and will probably be available for wear here again soon, I’m trying to look through all the this-paint-color-is-ugly-and-let’s-tear-down-that-wall-no-that-one bs and really discover the things that I love so far about being a homeowner (!). Here goes:
{} I love that J calls me the “Money Manager”. All those years honing my Excel skills (and money-counting) have really paid off.{} I love that in a few weeks, I’ll be sleeping in MY house.
{} I love that the yard is OUR yard to do with what we want.
{} I love that if the paint colors are in fact ugly or if we tear down the wrong wall, no one will really care except us.
{} I love that I have a “project” that will keep me occupied for the unforseeable future (though I still want one of those baby things, too!)
{} I love that J and I were able to save such a hefty amount of money and still live our lives happily. I don’t and won’t look back on the past year and think of it as the year “we saved”. Because, let’s be honest, I’ll ALWAYS be on a budget and I’ll ALWAYS be a saver.
And hopefully this weekend I’ll FINALLY be able to get some photographs off of J’s camera to share with you, but projects are moving so quickly that I might have a bit of a backlog to get through. I’ll catch you up, though!
05 August 2010
Little Things
A few {} little things {} in life for an otherwise hectic month:
{} free coffee at the new yob*
{} great parking at the new yob
{} relatively quiet cubicle-mates at the new yob
Life-related, not yob-related:
{} getting so much inspiration for crafty ideas, even if I don’t have enough time to execute them
{} celebrating friends and family getting married
{} yoga with bffs
*Silent j.
30 July 2010
Labels
Labels. Ehh.
It's funny how much importance people put on labels. Whether it's the kind of coffee they drink, the clothes they wear, or even their job title, people can get completely inflated or bent out of shape because of a simple label.
I'm sure you guys know what I'm talking about. But recently I've had quite a direct experience with the ways in which people assign meaning to labels.
When J and I were going through the process of applying to prequalify for a mortgage, I had to fill out paperwork. Stacks and stacks of paperwork. One of the first questions offered a few seemingly innocuous boxes about my marital status. Of course, I checked Single, which I think is kind of funny considering single isn't a label that I apply to myself, personally.
During my first phone conversation with our loan officer, he asked in a somewhat surprised (and judgmental tone), "So, you and J aren't married?" Well, no. We're not. So?
He alluded to some potential problems that could arise when a home is bought by an unmarried couple. I kindly but directly shot back something about, "Is this an issue because we aren't married?" and he backed down a bit.
Similarly, at my new job I've told some coworkers that I'm in the process of buying a house with my boyfriend. One was so bold as to say, "So you're not married and you're going to buy a house together?" What's that about? Is it because they wouldn't personally do what I'm doing? Is it because they feel less secure about themselves because they wouldn't do it and therefore need to question me about it? I just don't get it. Why would other people care?
And, to be honest, in my little slice of the world, I don't see how a relationship lacking a marriage certificate and a marriage are much different.* And granted, I've never been married, so what do I really know?** J and I are totally committed to each other. We're buying a house together, after all. We have dogs. We have things. We have each other.
And the way I look at a marriage is really a relationship with a huge celebration and a goregous white dress thrown in there somewhere. I'm totally down for that and can't wait to get engaged and married, but I think if I didn't get engaged and married, my relationship with J would continue on just the same. So why do people get so hung up on the label of "boyfriend" when I say I'm buying a house with him?
It doesn't bother me much because I don't care much what the people making those judgements think. Sounds harsh, but that's how you have to respond to things like that, right?
What other labels are frustrating on a personal level? I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels this way.
*I'm not saying that they aren't different for other people and couples, so don't take this as my blanket opinion of everyone's lives.
**This evokes that standard scene in movies where the parent yells at the child who is making an assumption or judgment about cheating or some other indecency. Which I think is probably pretty true. How could you know if you haven't experienced it?
09 May 2010
Little Things in Life
Though I don’t always LOVE when blogs have specific days designated to specific topics, sometimes it’s nice. And while I probably won’t strictly adhere to posting this on any particular day, I think it’d be nice to indroduce a “Little Things In Life” post that I’ll do weekly.
It’ll help us all refocus our hectic and sometimes frustrating lives and allow us a moment to think of one {or two or tons!} thing that’s simple and perfect just the way it is.
I’ll kick it off, but feel free to post in the comments your {} little thing {} for the week.
One of the little things in life that gets me every time is when my three dogs greet me after work. “Happiness is… a warm puppy” could not be more true! (I loved that book growing up. Wouldn’t it make a great baby shower gift*?)
*Annnnnnd right back to the consumerism. At least I got one {} little thing {} off my chest first.
It’ll help us all refocus our hectic and sometimes frustrating lives and allow us a moment to think of one {or two or tons!} thing that’s simple and perfect just the way it is.
I’ll kick it off, but feel free to post in the comments your {} little thing {} for the week.
One of the little things in life that gets me every time is when my three dogs greet me after work. “Happiness is… a warm puppy” could not be more true! (I loved that book growing up. Wouldn’t it make a great baby shower gift*?)
*Annnnnnd right back to the consumerism. At least I got one {} little thing {} off my chest first.
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