So, today started out so sweet. I helped my Sunday School class with the Christmas Pageant (my 3 kindergarten girls were angels... so stinkin' cute). I went to work in a mood full of Christmas cheer (which is weird b/c I work at a Jewish Community Center...) and excitement for this week. Then I came home and I just got so frustrated. The demands of living with an 89 year old who had someone wait on him for 63 years have gotten hard this week. I get in the door, and am bombarded with lots of things to do and making dinner and un-tornado-ing the house IT.IS.HARD. I am exhausted, mentally and physically.
Backup a bit: My grandma died on New Year's Day, 2008. So the holidays are extra hard for gpa. When Grandpa gets sad he gets kind of harsh, and that results in my getting upset. End backup.
So I called my mom. Thank goodness for my mom. Honestly. And I just spilled it all out. And sobbed. And an hour later mom was on our front porch with my Golden Retriever, French Toast and sugar free berry pie for Grandpa, and an everything omelette for her and I to split. Grandpa's mood turned around, I relaxed, and the night ended up good. It wasn't without its stress, but it definitely relaxed. And tonight, I go to bed relaxed... almost. I have lots of wrapping to do and 3 loads of laundry to fold, but at least I know Grandpa was cheered up. And for that, I am grateful.
xoxo, AF
Sunday 19 December 2010
Friday 17 December 2010
Social Butterfly?!
Whoa. Two Posts. One Day. Call me butter 'cuz I am on a roll people.
This weekend, I realized something. I have made new friends! Since moving back, I have had major adjustments to my social calendar.
Now, for most who know me, I really enjoy my free time, which also doubles as my alone time. I love hanging out with my friends, but really enjoy alone time equally as much. However, my two best friends now live 2,000 miles away. I used to live with two dudes, which provided constant entertainment and laughs, and I lived in a sorority house for 2 years. I could close my door on being social whenever I wanted, but the options were always there.
Then I moved back here to where I didn't have a lot of friends and lo and behold, I was lonely. Whereas my family is amazing and I love them and love to hang out with them, a girl needs friends on top of her best friends who are familyand the four legged best pal (Ilse really is my best friend in the world. I just love that fluffy buddy of mine).
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I was invited to a holiday party that unfortunately took place during the Snowmageddon '10. Unfortunately, I couldn't go b/c I was happily snowed in, eating crab legs and tater tots with my 89 year old grandpa. But the party was rescheduled for this Saturday, and I CAN GO! Excited squeal. My social life may start to look up, and I am so excited about it :)
So for now, I must go and get things done so I can go to a Christmas party tomorrow night after work :)
This weekend, I realized something. I have made new friends! Since moving back, I have had major adjustments to my social calendar.
Now, for most who know me, I really enjoy my free time, which also doubles as my alone time. I love hanging out with my friends, but really enjoy alone time equally as much. However, my two best friends now live 2,000 miles away. I used to live with two dudes, which provided constant entertainment and laughs, and I lived in a sorority house for 2 years. I could close my door on being social whenever I wanted, but the options were always there.
Then I moved back here to where I didn't have a lot of friends and lo and behold, I was lonely. Whereas my family is amazing and I love them and love to hang out with them, a girl needs friends on top of her best friends who are family
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I was invited to a holiday party that unfortunately took place during the Snowmageddon '10. Unfortunately, I couldn't go b/c I was happily snowed in, eating crab legs and tater tots with my 89 year old grandpa. But the party was rescheduled for this Saturday, and I CAN GO! Excited squeal. My social life may start to look up, and I am so excited about it :)
So for now, I must go and get things done so I can go to a Christmas party tomorrow night after work :)
Why Hello There!
I am sitting in a coffee shop. The dude next to me asked if I wanted to see his scars from his surgery from skin cancer due to his cell phone. He wasn't wearing a turtle neck, so I was stuck. Tis the season to be extra nice to weird people.
On a side note, I still don't have my internet working swimmingly in the new joint, so I can't update as often as I'd like to. For this I apologize.
I will do a full update when I can. A Happy Christmas to you all my friends!!
Amy
I am sitting in a coffee shop. The dude next to me asked if I wanted to see his scars from his surgery from skin cancer due to his cell phone. He wasn't wearing a turtle neck, so I was stuck. Tis the season to be extra nice to weird people.
On a side note, I still don't have my internet working swimmingly in the new joint, so I can't update as often as I'd like to. For this I apologize.
I will do a full update when I can. A Happy Christmas to you all my friends!!
Amy
Wednesday 1 December 2010
Life is Goooood (Insert MN Accent Here)
Hi All,
As I sit I realize I haven't updated anyone on my most recent life changes. I am still enjoying my work as a fitness specialist at a local community center. Within my first two months I actually was offered the opportunity to become a nighttime manager twice a week which is exciting. I now can continue to build my resume (and kick off awkward job experience. "Tell me about your experience while working at Gap Body." "Well, I sold soccer moms underwear?"). I am thrilled at this new opportunity to at least have another job on my resume that demonstrates supervisory experience and some sort of authority.
All of these new opportunities (mixed with old blessings of work) also come with crazy hours, lack of sleep, weird eating times and meals (Trail mix and apples with cheese are a regular now) little time with my family or friends. 65 hours weeks are lonnnng! But I am constantly reminded that my abundance of luck and fortune every time I turn on the news and hear the unemployment rate, or see someone ask for change on the street.
Through a chain of very fortunate events, I have been blessed with a wonderful living space, a roommate who sings You Are My Sunshine to me on a regular basis, and jobs that have provided me with the ability to pay my bills and buy Christmas presents for my family and friends. Sure, when the snow comes down I want to not shovel. When I am working at 8 am until 11 pm I am exhausted and feel like taking a snooze before driving home, but ultimately, I couldn't be more grateful for the opportunities that have flowed in abundance towards me.
Blessings to you all during this joyous time!
Amy
As I sit I realize I haven't updated anyone on my most recent life changes. I am still enjoying my work as a fitness specialist at a local community center. Within my first two months I actually was offered the opportunity to become a nighttime manager twice a week which is exciting. I now can continue to build my resume (and kick off awkward job experience. "Tell me about your experience while working at Gap Body." "Well, I sold soccer moms underwear?"). I am thrilled at this new opportunity to at least have another job on my resume that demonstrates supervisory experience and some sort of authority.
All of these new opportunities (mixed with old blessings of work) also come with crazy hours, lack of sleep, weird eating times and meals (Trail mix and apples with cheese are a regular now) little time with my family or friends. 65 hours weeks are lonnnng! But I am constantly reminded that my abundance of luck and fortune every time I turn on the news and hear the unemployment rate, or see someone ask for change on the street.
Through a chain of very fortunate events, I have been blessed with a wonderful living space, a roommate who sings You Are My Sunshine to me on a regular basis, and jobs that have provided me with the ability to pay my bills and buy Christmas presents for my family and friends. Sure, when the snow comes down I want to not shovel. When I am working at 8 am until 11 pm I am exhausted and feel like taking a snooze before driving home, but ultimately, I couldn't be more grateful for the opportunities that have flowed in abundance towards me.
Blessings to you all during this joyous time!
Amy
Snow
It has snowed multiple times already here in the great white north. Blustery winds, small yet faceplanting it on the driveway capable sized drifts have accumulated along with its annual four letter choice words to accompany it all. Even more so this year now that I have moved in with my grandfather, so I am responsible for the shoveling. Despite my wildest dreams of attaching a shovel to the front of one of his 3 scooters, I am obliged to deal with it the way most house living adults do.... shovel. Upon waking in the mornings and realizing my obligation, a few more choice words tend to slip out, and I bundle up in my star shaped snow suit and Sportos and waddle out to the front drive, much resembling Little Brother Randy from A Christmas Story.
White. Calm. Glistening. Sparkly (I had to say it...) Snowglobes and childhood wonder. As I am sitting in the local coffee shop having a cup of joe (and eyeing the Fedora clad Barista) surrounded by the warmth of the plush chair I'm in, staring out the ceiling height windows, I am reminded that this is supposed to be snow. The salt shaker, inside a Dickens Village Snowglobe effect is finally latching on (at least the swearing has subsided).
As I am sitting warm and cozily (and making eye contact with hot barista), I am reminded to step back, especially this time of year, and allow the childlike excitement to overcome me. Except that thank God I am not a child, as I couldn't drink coffee then, and what kind of awful morning would that be?!
White. Calm. Glistening. Sparkly (I had to say it...) Snowglobes and childhood wonder. As I am sitting in the local coffee shop having a cup of joe (and eyeing the Fedora clad Barista) surrounded by the warmth of the plush chair I'm in, staring out the ceiling height windows, I am reminded that this is supposed to be snow. The salt shaker, inside a Dickens Village Snowglobe effect is finally latching on (at least the swearing has subsided).
As I am sitting warm and cozily (and making eye contact with hot barista), I am reminded to step back, especially this time of year, and allow the childlike excitement to overcome me. Except that thank God I am not a child, as I couldn't drink coffee then, and what kind of awful morning would that be?!
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