8.16.2011
8.11.2011
Tick, tock.
It's back to school time at the Robertsons and if you hear a faint "Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" howling from your speakers, I apologize. I'm not exactly welcoming the season with open arms. (Exhibit A: the return of my persnickety eye twitch. Drat!)
I used to look forward to the fall because a) I'm a nerd and love school and b) the beginning of a school year always seemed like a good time to start fresh--new shoes, organized supplies, lists upon lists of goals, etc. for the year.
(Note to any snarky comments coming from my little brother: YES, we have already established that I am a nerd so NO NEED TO REMIND ME.)
Ahem.
The trouble is, when my Type A First-Born Child starts showing, I get caught in the all-too-familiar web of a) craving order b) making too many goals and c) wondering if I'm "doing it wrong".
Because I want to do it all! And brilliantly! And, well, there just isn't enough time in the day. So I zig-zag all over the place and end up tired, cranky and curled up in the fetal position with a bowl of Puppy Chow and a spoon, (OH LIKE YOU ARE PERFECT!) wanting to do nothing for no one and swinging my pendulum back the other way.
But then I get bored and a bit panicky and all too comfortable and then even more panicky because I'm comfortable and all the while think opportunity is passing me by.
And I don't really know how to find that right balance.
And I kind of want to run seven steps forward--or maybe two steps to the left?--or maybe just throw up my hands and just go, already.
Really, I'm just saying a really long-winded "Ditto" to this guy.
...and now also craving puppy chow. Shoot.
I used to look forward to the fall because a) I'm a nerd and love school and b) the beginning of a school year always seemed like a good time to start fresh--new shoes, organized supplies, lists upon lists of goals, etc. for the year.
(Note to any snarky comments coming from my little brother: YES, we have already established that I am a nerd so NO NEED TO REMIND ME.)
Ahem.
The trouble is, when my Type A First-Born Child starts showing, I get caught in the all-too-familiar web of a) craving order b) making too many goals and c) wondering if I'm "doing it wrong".
Because I want to do it all! And brilliantly! And, well, there just isn't enough time in the day. So I zig-zag all over the place and end up tired, cranky and curled up in the fetal position with a bowl of Puppy Chow and a spoon, (OH LIKE YOU ARE PERFECT!) wanting to do nothing for no one and swinging my pendulum back the other way.
But then I get bored and a bit panicky and all too comfortable and then even more panicky because I'm comfortable and all the while think opportunity is passing me by.
And I don't really know how to find that right balance.
And I kind of want to run seven steps forward--or maybe two steps to the left?--or maybe just throw up my hands and just go, already.
Really, I'm just saying a really long-winded "Ditto" to this guy.
...and now also craving puppy chow. Shoot.
8.05.2011
Come on, y'all
Okay, fine, I'm no Tami Taylor but can you blame a girl for trying?
Now listen close friends, because this is serious. SERIOUS, I tell you!
About the time summer peeked around the corner and began wooing us with sunny skies and growing tomato plants (such a tease), The Robertsons began watching a little thing called FNL.
I had heard good things. I added it nonchalantly to the Netflix queue thinking it would be a fun thing to watch on a night I was flying solo. BUT THEN Adam watched the pilot with me. And would you believe he agreed to watch another? And another? And suddenly we were so knee-deep into Dillon, TX drama that we were just a few pairs of boots away from Texas Forever!
BUT NOW it is over. Gone! Done! Off the air! No more Landry! No more Lila! NO MORE TAYLORS! (well, I mourn them all but Julie. OBVIOUSLY.)
So, I turn to you dear, sweet friends.
I know you may be thinking, "Sara. You did this last year with LOST. You did this last May when Michael Scott left. Get a grip!"
To which I would reply, "YOU GUYS, all my current faves have not come out with their newest seasons on Instant Watcher (here's looking at you, you and you) and things are getting desperate around here!"
And also, "Since when is it a crime to wear your heart on your sleeve?!"
And for that matter, "I NEED SOMETHING TO DISTRACT ME FROM THE FACT THAT OUR GOVERNMENT IS CONSISTENTLY UNDERWHELMING!"
...See what you made me do?
The point is, I need you. You came through so much for me when on the lookout for new books. Won't you pretty please tell me what you are watching and loving? (Bonus points if it is on Instant Watcher.)
Oh, and don't worry, I am eating old office chocolate cake so I'll be much more positive as soon as my frosting-induced cavities kick in.
Have a great weekend! Or as my mysterious-sometimes-idiotic-yet-strangely-intriguing friend Tim would say, "Cheers."
(He doesn't exclaim things otherwise you know I would add about five !!!!!)
((why yes, I do have a life...why do you ask?))
Now listen close friends, because this is serious. SERIOUS, I tell you!
About the time summer peeked around the corner and began wooing us with sunny skies and growing tomato plants (such a tease), The Robertsons began watching a little thing called FNL.
I had heard good things. I added it nonchalantly to the Netflix queue thinking it would be a fun thing to watch on a night I was flying solo. BUT THEN Adam watched the pilot with me. And would you believe he agreed to watch another? And another? And suddenly we were so knee-deep into Dillon, TX drama that we were just a few pairs of boots away from Texas Forever!
BUT NOW it is over. Gone! Done! Off the air! No more Landry! No more Lila! NO MORE TAYLORS! (well, I mourn them all but Julie. OBVIOUSLY.)
So, I turn to you dear, sweet friends.
I know you may be thinking, "Sara. You did this last year with LOST. You did this last May when Michael Scott left. Get a grip!"
To which I would reply, "YOU GUYS, all my current faves have not come out with their newest seasons on Instant Watcher (here's looking at you, you and you) and things are getting desperate around here!"
And also, "Since when is it a crime to wear your heart on your sleeve?!"
And for that matter, "I NEED SOMETHING TO DISTRACT ME FROM THE FACT THAT OUR GOVERNMENT IS CONSISTENTLY UNDERWHELMING!"
...See what you made me do?
The point is, I need you. You came through so much for me when on the lookout for new books. Won't you pretty please tell me what you are watching and loving? (Bonus points if it is on Instant Watcher.)
Oh, and don't worry, I am eating old office chocolate cake so I'll be much more positive as soon as my frosting-induced cavities kick in.
Have a great weekend! Or as my mysterious-sometimes-idiotic-yet-strangely-intriguing friend Tim would say, "Cheers."
(He doesn't exclaim things otherwise you know I would add about five !!!!!)
((why yes, I do have a life...why do you ask?))
8.03.2011
Renew.
Well helloooooo long lost friends! It's been awhile.
We are back from vacay and I have been slowly but surely easing my way back into all things real life and after living a week unplugged, it has taken me a bit to catch my breath.
I could tell you a lot of things about my time away, such as our fabulous company, yummy food, books read, perspective gained, naps taken, new goals set.
I could talk about how nice it was to get away, catch a breath, take it easy.
The greatest thing for me, though, was a moment on a mini-hike one quiet afternoon as we meandered our way down a tree-lined trail behind our cabin.
I was thinking about the year, soaking up some sun (and keeping an eye out for BEARS which okay fine I was terrified of seeing even if the odds of doing so were oh-so-slim) and still trying to make sense of all the crazy bumps we've had along our way the last few seasons.
We've seen a lot of people go through a lot of hard things. We've gone through some hard things ourselves. And several times I looked around and felt so very small, so insignificant, so forgotten. And I would try my hardest to look outside of myself and my circumstances, but when you're feeling empty and depleted, and when your world seems to be a bit rattled and your mind is whirling, well, even when you try to look outside your story, everything seems to be a bit tilted, off-color, blurry.
But you keep going. And it gets better. But it still leaves you a bit shaky as you try to put one foot in front of the other.
So there I was on that trail breathing in some crisp mountain air as the sun dazzled on the nearby lake and the trees towered and the mountains loomed in the distance and it seemed impossible to do anything but gaze outside myself. And I had to keep reminding myself to watch where I was going because I was surrounded by so much beauty. And I felt so small, so insignificant, so forgotten.
And oh, how wonderful to get lost in a bigger story again.
We are back from vacay and I have been slowly but surely easing my way back into all things real life and after living a week unplugged, it has taken me a bit to catch my breath.
I could tell you a lot of things about my time away, such as our fabulous company, yummy food, books read, perspective gained, naps taken, new goals set.
I could talk about how nice it was to get away, catch a breath, take it easy.
The greatest thing for me, though, was a moment on a mini-hike one quiet afternoon as we meandered our way down a tree-lined trail behind our cabin.
I was thinking about the year, soaking up some sun (and keeping an eye out for BEARS which okay fine I was terrified of seeing even if the odds of doing so were oh-so-slim) and still trying to make sense of all the crazy bumps we've had along our way the last few seasons.
We've seen a lot of people go through a lot of hard things. We've gone through some hard things ourselves. And several times I looked around and felt so very small, so insignificant, so forgotten. And I would try my hardest to look outside of myself and my circumstances, but when you're feeling empty and depleted, and when your world seems to be a bit rattled and your mind is whirling, well, even when you try to look outside your story, everything seems to be a bit tilted, off-color, blurry.
But you keep going. And it gets better. But it still leaves you a bit shaky as you try to put one foot in front of the other.
So there I was on that trail breathing in some crisp mountain air as the sun dazzled on the nearby lake and the trees towered and the mountains loomed in the distance and it seemed impossible to do anything but gaze outside myself. And I had to keep reminding myself to watch where I was going because I was surrounded by so much beauty. And I felt so small, so insignificant, so forgotten.
And oh, how wonderful to get lost in a bigger story again.
7.19.2011
Lately:
- Life has seemed a bit slower--refreshingly, mercifully so--which means plenty of time to get swept away by a new (to us) show (thanks Netflix! Except not really because you are raising our rates but whatever!), roadtrip to one of our favorite places, and even make these ridiculously delicious cupcakes (I KNOW. I KNOW!!! Yes, you should do it. No, I won't judge you. No, we did not share. Yes, I know you aren't shocked.)
- Of course, in the midst of this, I have been cramming/trying not to stress/stressing/trying to pretend like I am not stressing about this little gem which really is one of my least favorite things ever but GUESS WHAT?! It's over, I'm alive and I got to celebrate last night with my man and OMG did my fun-factor skyrocket in the last 24 hours! I guess that stupid thing was weighing on my mind much more than I realized. But I am reminded how sometimes, choosing the harder road is worth it. And it's good to complete a goal. Which is a good lesson because...did I mention we are now training for a 5K this September? True.
- For those that offered book recommendations, thank you! I am currently reading this and this, and waiting for this, this and this to be available from the library (with great anticipation). p.s. USE YOUR LIBRARY!
- We have three pots of flowering plants on our patio, no thanks to me--fingers crossed for tomatoes soon! This really does seem like a great accomplishment. (That might be pathetic.) Also, and perhaps even more noteworthy, we have not seen the horrible squirrel for days! Could it be that he is no longer in our lives?!
- Counting down the days to VACATION (t-FOUR DAYS) with our bffs and as we relish these (blazingly hot) summer nights, we're taking every advantage of last minute frozen-yogurt runs, spontaneous game nights and all the houseguests, dinners and celebrations we can possibly squeeze in....and as we drive home with the windows down, we agree that yeah, we've got a good thing going.
p.s. Fair warning that posting will be sparse around these parts til August. Got some livin to do.
7.06.2011
My bad.
(on the way to work. Pre-coffee.)
Me: You don't know that song?! What do you mean you don't know that song?! You know it's like, "...you fill my HEART with gladness...take away allll my sadness...ease my troubles..." ...no?! nothing!? Are you kidding me?!
Adam: Uh, no. Never heard of it.
Me: YOU KNOW. 80s ballad. It's by Michael Bolton. Or Phil Collins. One of those guys. I get them mixed up.
Adam: WHAT?! How can you get them MIXED UP?!
Me: They sound the same! Totally understandable!
Adam: They are not even REMOTELY similar. Phil Collins is awesome. Michael Bolton is terrible! He doesn't even play music!
Me: I thought he played the saxaphone.
Adam: That's Kenny G. You're killing me.
p.s. IT WAS ROD STEWART! Bonus (nerd) points if you knew that. Ha!
Me: You don't know that song?! What do you mean you don't know that song?! You know it's like, "...you fill my HEART with gladness...take away allll my sadness...ease my troubles..." ...no?! nothing!? Are you kidding me?!
Adam: Uh, no. Never heard of it.
Me: YOU KNOW. 80s ballad. It's by Michael Bolton. Or Phil Collins. One of those guys. I get them mixed up.
Adam: WHAT?! How can you get them MIXED UP?!
Me: They sound the same! Totally understandable!
Adam: They are not even REMOTELY similar. Phil Collins is awesome. Michael Bolton is terrible! He doesn't even play music!
Me: I thought he played the saxaphone.
Adam: That's Kenny G. You're killing me.
p.s. IT WAS ROD STEWART! Bonus (nerd) points if you knew that. Ha!
7.05.2011
Attention, bookworms:
I am in a desperate, desolate reading desert.
I also happen to be weeks away from vacation (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
What should I pick up at the library? Recent faves? Old trusty titles? ANYTHING! PLEASE! (Bonus points if it is a good story that could be played as a crowd-pleasing book on tape during the looooong road trip West.)
Also and completely unrelated, I just received a reminder of a health screening tomorrow...after eating a morning bowl of puppy chow following many, MANY bowls of such sugary goodness yesterday. EEEK!
I also happen to be weeks away from vacation (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!).
What should I pick up at the library? Recent faves? Old trusty titles? ANYTHING! PLEASE! (Bonus points if it is a good story that could be played as a crowd-pleasing book on tape during the looooong road trip West.)
Also and completely unrelated, I just received a reminder of a health screening tomorrow...after eating a morning bowl of puppy chow following many, MANY bowls of such sugary goodness yesterday. EEEK!
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