Thursday, June 30, 2011
Yes, I'm getting rather spoiled with these lunch dates!! :)
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
It may not be a glamorous shot, but it makes me smile huge. I love being on the field with this pretty blonde gal. ;)
Mumsy's attempts to capture the size-ratio out there of me v. Shack. The picture doesn't do it justice. (FYI - This is why my dad worries)
(I REALLY like deals. I can see how I'd become a big coupon-er when I have my own family... heck, long before that! I guess who doesn't like saving money? And I'm also not oppossed to spending it for quality ;) ) I think what it is that I really like is the research and comparing part. It's just a bit more of a gift when I do the work to find a deal for my office... where they will probably waste that money in another way, anyways. But alas, good practice for me I guess.
It's always a treat to catch up with a friend over a coke (and I don't even like soda...but for this, I'll drink it. If it's in a glass bottle.).
In short, I can't wait to plan my wedding... with him. I'm curious to see it.
Photo Credit: Sean Flanigan
I'm convinced that "I slept, but my heart was awake" is one of the truest lines I've ever read. I'm pretty sure my heart loves the freedom it finally gets when I close my eyes and fall asleep, it's then it most likes to wake up and dream, love, fight, and strengthen itself for another day's work in a world that seems so contrary to what is true.
Monday, June 27, 2011
1. Always wear a tank top under a button-up.
2. Read more books than magazines.
3. You don't have to brush your hair. Just make sure your fingers won't get stuck. ;)
4. Take care of your teeth.
5. Learn to say no to yourself.
6. Don't ever say something to one person, in hopes someone else will hear you. Speak to the person you're speaking to.
7. Say what you mean. Then stop.
8. Don't tell stories of being hit on. It won't win you admirers, or convince people you're pretty.
9. You're pretty.
10. Treat your sister like your best friend, because one day, she will be.
11. Go to sleep overs. Never be the first to fall asleep, nor the one who keeps everyone else awake all night.
12. Always take Dare. Truth just gets you trouble!
13. PMS is an excuse, but it's a poor one. At the very least, remember to apologize and learn from your behavior.
14. Let boys open the door.
15. Give boys the opportunity to lead. And if they don't, lead sweetly.
16. Don't ever dumb yourself down for others.
17. Don't talk with food in your mouth.
18. Don't belch!
19. Smile at strangers.
20. Shoes are my favorite to look at too, but always make eye contact.
21. When I tell you you're like no other and better than all the rest, take it humbly, but believe it, because I say what I mean.
22. Don't ever become the girl who can't leave the house without makeup.
23. If your dad wants to take you out to a late-night-last-minute movie, you better be ready to roll in 5 minutes! Nobody wants to miss the previews.
24. Don't embarass your siblings in front of non-family. (The rest of the time, please do.)
25. Don't attempt to improve your standing by knocking others down.
26. I'll always care more about the truth of who you are, than the reputation. You do the same.
27. It seems big now, but believe me, it isn't.
28. Tell me secrets. Tell me tummyaches. Tell me heartaches. Tell me dreams.
29. Don't do things half--.... Whatever you do, do it with all your heart and ability!
30. Be a gracious loser.
31. You can be a good athlete and girly at the same time- I'll help. ;) Don't squeel, or fall all over.
32. Watch your mouth - keep it clean.
33. Don't tell other people's secrets.
34. Boys will always try to make you sound dumb. (This is because they really think you are.) I haven't found the answer to this one yet, but believe me, the good ones finally recognize (and admit at times) you're really quite clever. ;) In the meantime, just smile (and get better grades). It will get to them better than anything you could say.
35. It is okay to be fiesty.
36. Always say a little less than you could. Whatever you tell, hold something back for only the dearest to your heart to one day know.
37. Laugh at yourself, but not too often.
by Fyodor Dostoevsky
(I finally finished this weekend!)
Dostoevsky proves himself a master of character complexity and development. Strange how the book just, ends. As it appears more character driven than plot driven it would seem to make more sense if the last to scenes of the book were switched, allowing the somewhat surprising behavior in the prison hospital to end the novel with some sort of progression or surprise. However, Dostoevsky's intention to write a sequel/series might have been just what prompted him to end the novel with seemingly minor characters. Who knows what part he intended the school boys to play, or what the death of the young boy may have prompted in the coming book. When considering this, the ending leads to a great deal of mystery and thoughts, which we'll never be able to answer.
Long book, and many times I wished I could just quit it, but in the end, I'd recommend this book to anyone wanting to learn from the masters and willing to take a painful, but rewarding ride. The language is beautiful. The characters, compelling and confusing and altogether far too real!
I saved her to my favorites list, and thought I should be kind and share.
CAUTION: You will want to travel. Even more. You will also want to eat. (Neither of these are new sensations for me, so....fuel the fire.)
PS, She has a book coming out! I think I'd like to own a copy. :)
Tuesday: Beauty For Ashes, and then Adam's baseball game.
Wednesday: Soccer game.
Thursday: Baseball game.
Pierce's team was in town playing the Everett Aquasox, so a bunch of us went out to cheer him on Thursday night. The fans were pretty equally split, 50% Aquasox, 50% Pierce.
Rose and I were the first to show up to the tailgate, so we kicked it with Kim's dad and a few strangers. We didn't mind. :) Have I mentioned before that I love this lady? :) A great evening with good friends, cheering Pierce on. The sky was lovely, when it wasn't raining.
(Rose brought her mit/glove(?) I was jealous. The boys teased.) (it kept raining, not raining, raining, not raining)
Saturday: Soccer, tailgate, Soccer.
Sunday: Soccer, (scratch the tailgate, not enough time), Soccer, BBQ (Brade's party).
In the end, we tied for 3rd in the tournament. The scoring is based on a points system, and though we were tied with another team for who would go to the finals, they were selected since they had beat us 1-0. The one game we lost. And all due to a fluke goal in the first couple minutes, a mistake of our keeper. :( Alas. Oh well. We ended up playing with a great group of people, and making a pretty strong team.
Monday: ..... tired. I'm tempted to whine about how I must be getting old and this is so much harder than it once was, the day after a tournament. But, truth be told, I'm kind of surprised. I'm not too sore. And when I was younger, I'd spend that whole next day sleeping. I'm not sure what it is, but a couple days of hard soccer games in the sunshine and your body is ready to shut down for a few days. Yesterday, after the last game, I felt compeletely drained, but in the wonderful relaxing way. :) What a wonderful weekend of sports and bbqs. Thank you Lord for the weather holding out (mostly). And thank you to each of you I got to see and enjoy the festivities with...I loved every minute of it!!
Buy a new (digital) camera.
Have a good savings account in play.
Pay off my car.
Run a half marathon.
Have submitted something for publishing.
Understand finances (savings, investments) better.
Have some piece memorized, that isn't a children's song or medley. ;)
Around this time next year, I want to: Be geting paid to write. Somehow. Something.
This is definitely a preparatory and positioning year.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Elsa and I are playing in the Jet City Invitational this weekend. We play tomorrow at 9:55am and 2:10pm. Sunday, at 11:00am and one more game, time TBD based on how we perform in the first three games. Fans greatly appreciated. ;) Text me, Elsa, or my folks if you want details. It's out in Tukwila, but would make for a fun drive for a few of you together.
You can come hang out with my dad. He'll be the one standing at the end so as not to offend anyone by his uncontrollable shouts and jeers. (He might need a shoulder to cry on when he realizes that his little girl is now an out-of-shape old woman on the field.)
(There you are Dad, there is your official invitation. I'll email you the details.)
I'm EXCITED and nervous... I've had butterflies since I woke up. I don't know anyone on the team, but Elsa. So chemistry should be fun. ;) I guess I can thank you Dad, for forcing me to go to countless tryouts all by myself... showing up to a field of strangers almost feels normal (almost). At least no one will have clip boards, no one can cut me, and I'm pretty sure the girls will be out of that terrible catty high school stage. Once you've been punched by your own teammate, mid-game, there's really not much more you can fear from your own team. Right? Yet, I still can't shake that pre-tryout feeling. :0 (and sick as it is, I kind of like it.)
If it's not something you can fail at, perhaps you're wasting your time.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
I bought a ticket to San Francisco today. I'll have a few days alone before 5 days with Megs. I'm hoping to see something like this on one of those days. :) And being that I already miss her, and it will have been two more months by then, I'm really looking forward to some time with my dear friend to catch up on life and share some adventures together. To reflect, process, dream and just laugh.