The view from here.
Posted: October 7, 2011 Filed under: home, work 1 Comment »I love my office. I love every single thing in here. The upcycled wall hanging that Andrew made for me, the gorgeous orchids, the photos of my kids the money tree bonsai (over there to the left) from a wonderful client.
And over there to the right is the copper recycled photo album filled with birthday memories. My slinky. And bottom left is the baby food jar full of little love notes from one of my sons.
And what you don’t see are the hat the another son made me, a photo of our whole family at Deep Creek Lake in 2001. A painting that was a gift to my grandparents in the 50′s. And ceramic boot bookends that we bought at on a whim in Kansas City.
I love my office. I love being surrounded by beautiful memories and the people I love.
50 lessons and 50 blessings.
Posted: October 5, 2011 Filed under: cooking, diet, family, friends, girlfriends, memories, mood, morals, pain, parenting, procrastination, Spouse 2.0, the boys, travel, Uncategorized, work Leave a comment »What is it about big milestones that make us want to make lists?
I was planning to write about 50 lessons I’ve learned over the years and tell you about 50 blessings in my life.
I’m sure I’ve learned more than 50 things and I can assure you I have more than 50 wonderful things and people in my life.
Instead, I’m going to go all minimalist here.
I’m grateful for all the people who have taught me anything – good or bad.
I’m grateful for the people who love me. And for the people I love. I think there’s a lot of overlap there.
I’m grateful for knowledge. And for being told I’m wrong so I can try harder.
I’m over the moon grateful for my sons. And my husband.
And for the ones who’ve stuck by me no matter what.
I’m thankful for the 9am phone calls. I’m thankful for the peace in my home.
I’m thankful for my work, which I love. And the clients who trust me.
It never occurred to me that I’d be 50 one day.
Crazy, I know.
But here I am.
And I’m grateful for where I’ve been and I can’t wait to see where I go.
Posted: October 4, 2011 Filed under: mood Leave a comment »
i’m too tired to even hit shift
or period
Happy anniversary to my romantic husband of 18 years.
Posted: October 2, 2011 Filed under: memories 9 Comments »Yes, folks. It’s true. My husband proposed by a tender offer.
I’m fairly certain that when he typed this up 19 years ago, he didn’t imagine I’d put it online on my blog. (I mean seriously, as if we all knew what blogs were going to be in 1992. Hee hee.)
But, yet, here it is. And I think it’s really sweet. Albeit a bit odd.
The agreement continued:
And I said yes.
However, I never sign docs without my attorney taking a look, so trust me…I didn’t sign that weekend. Or yet, actually.
We were at the Atlantic Hotel in Berlin, Maryland. (That’s where Runaway Bride was filmed.) It’s really lovely. The hotel, not the movie. Well, the movie was fine, I guess. If you don’t mind that laugh. Or the predictability.
But I digress.
Eighteen years ago today, Andrew and I stood under the trees that made our chuppah, in front of our family and made a vow to each other.
אני שלי, האהובה שלי האהובה שלי
I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.
And eighteen years later, here we are. With three amazing teenage boys, healthy families, and a really nice life.
Happy Anniversary, Andrew.
I think our stock price has risen nicely. Don’t you?
Errand co-op
Posted: September 26, 2011 Filed under: random, shopping Leave a comment »Back in 2005, I wrote a post about creating an errand co-op.
And I promptly forgot about it. I got busy.
But you know what? It makes sense. I’m thinking about my friends in the area. Most of us work. And we all have struggles with getting it all done. What if we did pool our errands and take turns?
Of course, it wouldn’t work for everything. But for some things? Dry cleaner, Target, CSA pickups, limited grocery runs, post office?
I can imagine time and energy savings. Not to mention the community of it.
Am I crazy? Or does anyone else think this might have merit?
What a long, strange trip…
Posted: September 25, 2011 Filed under: friends, memories, travel Leave a comment »I cleaned my office today. I mean cleaned! I went through every file and purged. Because, really, who needs those meeting notes from March 2, 2003?
Since I moved here about a year and a half ago, you’d think the files wouldn’t be too bad. But you’d be wrong. My office was last on the packing list and I ended up packing them as is. Which, admittedly, is pretty good compared to a lot of people.
I don’t have Anal Retentive and Proud file folders for nothing.
But back to my story.
While I was going through old files, I came across an old atlas. It’s looking a little worse for the wear. A bunch of pages are not connected, the cover is long gone. But I remember this atlas. It’s the one I tracked my after college cross-country journey in. I traced the roads we followed. And yup. There it was.
Oh the memories. It was 1983. The bliss of heading out with a guy friend for a couple of months of exploration and adventure. We took turns driving my 1978 white Celica GT (with blue leather seats, I might add.) We turned each other on to new music. (It had a tape deck, after all!)
We chatted and planned.
And had a good old time.
Quick pitstop in Nashville for a root canal. Okay, this is a great story. I had a toothache in the smokey mountains. Not a little toothache. A big toothache.
A family friend had given me a list of people around the country that she knew. Sweet, huh? (If you’re reading this, Marcia, thanks!) Okay, so there was a sorority sister in Nashville. SCORE!
I called the house. Well, the next door neighbor answered. Turns out, they were on vacation but wait! Her husband is a dentist and he’d be happy to fit me in tomorrow.
I am not kidding.
So the next morning, in my smelly camping clothes, I went to a friend of a friend of a friend’s office and had a root canal. And he didn’t charge me a dime. (I guess I looked like I couldn’t afford it – which I couldn’t.) My mom was grateful (of course) and sent something. I can’t remember what. But this has always stuck in my mind of what community is. And mind you, this is long before social networking but I see some corollaries. Don’t you?
Okay, back to the trip.
Tooth healing and Rx in hand, we headed toward New Orleans. Still, life was grand. In fact, life was pretty great until close to Minnesota, which as you can see was after Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming, and South Dakota.
By the time we reached our friend’s home in St. Cloud, we were pretty much hating each other. And by the time we hit Chicago? We were regularly in shouting matches. Even in public. Even at Uno’s.
I think that all that time in a 1978 Celica GT was just too…confining. Either that or his box score obsession, or my nagging about the speed limit, or the All-Star Game (tix were over MY budget) or a host of other things that it’s probably best if I just skip.
Needless to say, the 698 miles from downtown Chicago until the drop-off in Randallstown was quiet. Very quiet. And we didn’t talk for a year.
Truth be told, we’d talked enough that summer to last that year.
Crazy as it might sound, we’re great friends today and have been since we recovered from that trip. He and my husband are close. And we do business together.
So this is a long way around to get here, but I’m sharing and posting this map so I can remember that trip. I saw places I’d never seen, met people I’d never have met. It was an adventure of a lifetime. And fortunately, no friendships were permanently harmed in the making of these memories.
I’ve been thinking.
Posted: September 22, 2011 Filed under: random 3 Comments »I’ve always been a volunteer and a donor. I’ve made time in my life to work for some causes that have meant a lot to me. Causes like helping to get healthy food to homes where there wasn’t enough to go around, like helping to get warm and pretty hats to women who’ve lost their hair from chemo, like pitching in with community groups to help families make their rent, pay their electric bills, change their situations to safer ones. I’ve supported the homeless shelter with my family and helped raise money to provide seeds and gardening training to people who could only afford fresh vegetables if they grew them.
It’s not that I have so much. It’s just that some have so little.
I’m a lot like you. We just want to do something to help.
But I have a bone to pick. And this has been bothering me since I don’t remember when.
So I’ve been thinking about this. How many times have you heard people and organizations talk about helping the poor? About reaching out to underserved populations? About helping the needy?
Now, imagine that you were the one who needed a hand. You see the ads, read the articles, see the pamphlets, receive the donations of time and money – often given in your presence. Needy. That’s what they call you. In front of you. About you.
Needy.
As if it’s not hard enough to be in need.
I think there must be a more gracious way. It would be so much more generous to be a little less demeaning.
Loyalty cards. A misnomer?
Posted: September 9, 2011 Filed under: random 2 Comments »With every change of season, I feel the need to catch up on my filing and clean my desk drawers. I’m fairly organized most of the time, so it’s not that big of a job and it makes me feel oh, so happy.
As I neatened up the stack of loyalty cards, it got me to thinking. But before I go on, let’s look at the count:
Music Store – 1
Grocery Store – 9
Pet Supply – 2
Drug Store – 2
Books – 3
Auto Repair – 1
Points – various retailers – 2
Greeting Cards – 1
Sports Apparel/Equipment -2
Office Supply – 2
Restaurants – 2
Clothing Store – 2 (but that doesn’t count the credit cards from various clothing stores…)
Transportation – 2 (but that doesn’t count all the frequent flyer accounts)
That’d be 31 cards. Clearly, I need a bigger wallet. Some are on the keyring, but I never take that keyring, so… In fact, I never have these cards in my possession when I shop. Who needs them anyway? They’re all tied to a phone number. Sure, you can get the app and type them all in. But why bother?
Okay, back to my point.
Loyalty.
CLEARLY I am not loyal to NINE grocery stores. That’s just silly. These are not loyalty cards where I’m rewarded to frequent the store. These are discount cards so I don’t feel like a LOSER by not being able to get the SPECIAL price just for cardholders. Seriously. How aggravating is it to see a price on the shelf but not get that price? Well, not me. No sirree. I get the member price at every store. And the cost? Being in their database.
Let’s look at that, now.
I’m in NINE grocery store databases. (And Costco, but I’m not counting that here. It’s a paid membership, so I view it differently.)
Of those stores, four are within reasonable driving distance. Another is a bit farther and another is almost an hour away (but one is coming soon to our area.) Two of the stores aren’t within 150 miles of me. I got them on extended trips.
Of the nine stores, I get mail and/or email from one. ONE. The store that is one mile from my house. It’s not my favorite store and not the one we choose for big shops, but it’s definitely the one where we stop and pick up milk or few things. Often. They send me offers. They use their database.
The others? Nothing. So from their point of view, what is the benefit to me having a loyalty card? So I can get the discount when I happen to be in their store? Are they selling the data and that’s the big score? I’m not getting mail from the manufacturers either, so I don’t think they are. At least not in a big way. So I’m thinking that these programs cost money to administer, reduce the profit margin for the store, and don’t increase loyalty. Well, at least in my focus group of one.
And looking at the other cards – say pet supply. I have the two big competitors and whichever is on my way or has the better price is the place I stop. Loyalty. Right.
In fact, looking at all the cards I have, I’d say the only one I’m really loyal to is the auto repair shop. And lookie there – I only have the one card. Interesting.
I’m not implying that I’m not a loyal shopper. I’m loyal to many brands. But no store has me.
I’d be very curious to see if I’m alone in this. Hey grocery store marketing folks, I know a great social media research firm who could study this for you.
Lucky.
Posted: September 7, 2011 Filed under: random, Spouse 2.0, the boys 2 Comments »
I read a lot of blog posts every day. And a lot of articles and tweets and Facebook updates. Needless to say, it can be overwhelming.
Much of what I’ve read the past few days have made me stop and think about who I am online versus who I am to my family and closest friends. Am I doing right by the ones who love me most of all?
It’s easy to get caught up. To play that one more game of WWF. To read that last post, to laugh at that thread.
I want to be in my life.
You see, I have a wonderful life. Amazing and independent and thinking teenage boys. A husband who worships the ground I walk on. Friends who would never ask why and just show.
I’m not a religious person, but I look forward to the Jewish New Year. It’s a time to reflect on the mistakes of the year passed and look ahead to do better. I appreciate that time. To stop. To think.
September is a time of transition. From summer to fall. From happy-go-lucky to school.
And I’m ready to thoughtfully move into the next season. But I secretly yearn for the next summer to roll around.








