Friday, December 25, 2009

Glad Tidings to Thee

"And there were shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flocks by night, and lo the angel of the lord came upon them and the glory of the lord shone round about hem, and they were sore afraid, and the angel said unto them, fear not, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a savior who is Christ the Lord. And suddenly there was with the angels a multitude of the heavenly hosts, praising God and saying, Glory to God in highest heaven and peace on earth god will to men."

A very Merry Christmas to you and your families this holiday season.

May God Bless You and Keep You!


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

And so this is Christmas...

"So this is Christmas,
and what have you done?
Another year over,
and a new one just begun."
~ John Lennon "Happy Christmas"

And so this is Christmas... and what have I done? I've learned that asking for help and relying on someone else does not make you weak, rather it makes you stronger. I've learned how important it is to dot your i's and cross your t's. I've learned to be open and put myself out there, to show my weaknesses. I've learned to embrace my flaws and make the best of what I have, because when you think you have it all, you have nothing. When you think you have nothing, you have it all.

I've learned to pray again, to rely on my faith in God, human kindness and Love. I've learned that family is not always something you are born into, but rather the people that stay when the going gets tough.

I've learned to be kinder than necessary, to find the joy in my heart, even on the blackest of days. To find laughter in the despair and dark skies.

And so this is Christmas... and what have I done? By falling down, struggling and fighting back, I have rediscovered the TRUE meaning of Christmas. Of Family. Of Love, Life and Happiness.

I have rediscovered myself and have found inner strength, peace and confidence. I've found sincerity, kindness and thoughtlessness.

I am blessed beyond measure and would like to thank each and every one of you for sticking in with me these past few months as I struggled through life. I have an amazing group of friends and family who have surrounded me with love, strength and strong shoulders to carry me through. I am blessed.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Want s'more???

Guess who won best Halloween Costume this year? THIS GIRL!
My $8.00 costume pulled it off! :)
Here's Lorie and I in the beginning of the evening.
Maybe Greg and I should use this one for our engagement shot for the newspapers?
Let's all go to the lo-bby!
Our awesome designer at work figured out how to make it so that I could sit down.
Logistically, this costume was a lot of work - turning sideways to go through doors - trying to drink when I couldn't get my fingers to touch. But it was a TON of fun! All it took was one amazing structural designer, some batting, brown paint and elbow grease. Voila!
I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween! Did you go to a party? If so, what did you dress up as?

Friday, October 30, 2009

At the doctor's office...

I'm at the doctors office again today. Blood tests all came back normal. Xray came back normal. So why have I lost so much weight? Why am I so tired?

Today, hopefully, we will find out. :)

Monday, October 26, 2009

Wedding Planning and The Like

Hi everyone! Again, it's been a while. Work is super busy, home is busier.

I was in a pretty bad accident 2 weeks ago - bad all around. I'm okay, but it's a big mess. I'll share more soon.

Just wanted to say hi to everyone and let you know I'll be blogging about wedding planning soon and looking for advice and help from you all!

Here's a photo to tide you over:

Miss you and {heart} you all!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Dear Today...

Dear Monday,

You sucked ass. Thank you. And by Thank You, I really mean FUCK YOU.

Thank you for riding my ass every second of the day. You're lucky I have such awesome friends who were there for me and a wonderful fiance who took me out to dinner and change my day from craptastic to really not so bad.

Think about it the next time you roll around. You might want to change your attitude because I've just about had enough of you.



Dear Tuesday,

You started out great! What happened? Seriously. Did you have to take a shit about 2 hours into my work day? Honestly? Did you mean to be so damn tiring and hard?

I had such high hopes for you, my dear. Way to fail me.

Without Love,


Dearest Wednesday,

You are usually my favorite day of the week. Please don't suck.

I'll owe you one,

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Have You Missed Me? The Only Possible Answer Is Yes.

I have been a hall-searching, dress trying-on, flower smelling, cake tasting fool the past month.

But I'm not here to talk about weddings, oh no. I'm here to talk about carpet. And how ours is now missing from the living room.

Hello original to the house hardwood floors! Goodbye nasty, smelly, infested carpet. (Okay, it wasn't that bad, but I can't look at carpet without thinking about all the crap that must live in there).


Greg pulling up the first strip:

See the path we walk?

The pile on our front porch:


Now, the room isn't put back together, there's still stuff in the kitchen and spare bedroom that belongs in the living room, but you get the jist.

I feel so accomplished! It was our first real project (other than painting and landscaping) together. And the floors are so nice, we don't have to refinish them right away.


Now on to rug shopping!

{Love, Missie}

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

I {heart} wedding planning!

Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm a planner. I make lists in my head of what needs to be done and how to accomplish everything in the most effective manner. Most people look at a long list of to-dos and run screaming and crying in the other direction. Some of you curl up into a little ball and rock while singing "I'm A Little Teapot". Me? I ENJOY crossing things off lists, mental or physical. Are you that way?

The downside? Sometimes I'm so caught up in crossing one thing off and moving on to the next that I forget to enjoy the process and what my ultimate goal is. The other downside? I have a tendency to stress out, bug out and snap. And I mean SNAP.

When we first bought our house I was under so much stress - Greg was marching Drum Corps which took up almost all his time. When he wasn't marching, he was at work. I was working full time at a brand new job and spending every waking moment trying to make our house a home.

One weekend we had friends over to celebrate the 4th of July. After putting the party together by myself and not having one minute to breath, someone pulled a stupid prank and I LOST IT. If I had pea soup in my body it would have come spewing from my ear, nose and mouth. It was over dramatic and totally embarrassing. Well, embarrassing to anyone who hadn't owned a home before or didn't know how much I was carrying alone.

After that happened, I sat down and told myself I wasn't going to lose sight of why I planned things - you plan a party to enjoy everyone's company and have a good time. And you know what? Every party we've had since has been a blast. I still feel as though everyone is watching me out of the corner of their eye to see if I'll snap again, but I've learned my lesson.

So planning a wedding, as huge of an undertaking it is? I'm loving it! I love getting together with my bridesmaids to talk about colors and dresses. The thought of sitting around a table with my family, friends and Greg's family to make our Save the Date cards and Table Numbers almost brings me to tears. The experiences I have had and will continue to have are so amazing and will form lasting memories for years and years to come.

One huge surprise in this whole thing? Greg is just as in to wedding planning as I am! No lie. He's constantly sending me wedding ideas and thoughts. He's let me bounce ideas off him and had valuable input as to the direction we're going.

I'm blessed to have been born with the ability to plan and now smart enough to not let it take over my whole being.

I'm sure the day will come when I cry or hide or want to give up planning a wedding at all. For now, I'm enjoying the wedding bliss.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

~How He Proposed~

~How He Proposed~

Greg was really romantic – He told me about 3 weeks before my birthday that we were going somewhere and that I needed to pack 3 things:

  • A nice dress.
  • Comfy clothes.
  • Pajamas.

The morning of my birthday, I had no idea where were going. I figured we were going to Milwaukee when we got on the interstate, but I still wasn’t sure.

Our first stop was the Historic 3rd Ward where we walked around, shopped at the stores and open market and ate a really yummy lunch.

It was pouring the whole day, but it was a warm rain. And anyone who knows me, knows that I LOVE rain.

Next, we then went to the Mitchell Park Domes and walked around for a while. There were these little orange birds flying around that would get really close to you if you let them. We sat for quite some time watching them walk around.

After leaving the Domes I wasn’t sure where we would end up. Unbeknownst to me, he’d gotten us a room at the Hotel Metro - It is such an awesome hotel. We had a hot tub and fireplace in our room. We went downstairs to the lounge and had drinks and snacks – I had my first crème Brule martini and it was fabulous!

We got back up to the room and Greg was being really romantic and sweet. I still thought at this point that it was all just because it was my birthday.

When Greg asked me, I didn’t even realize he was asking me to marry him– he said “I know it’s your birthday, but would you do something for me?” I thought maybe, because he’d been sick with a cold, that he wanted me to rub his back or something.

He said “Would you spend the rest of your life with me?” I looked at him and said “What do you mean?” with a confused look on my face. I had no idea he was asking me!

He said “Will you be my wife? Will you marry me?” I started screaming and crying and hugging and kissing him. He pulled me away, looked me in the eyes and said “Will you please stop crying and say yes?!?!” I laughed, said “YES” and immediately got on the phone and called my family and friends, still screaming and crying. It was the perfect proposal.

Little did I know that there was more fun planned! We got all dressed up for dinner and headed out to catch our cab. The cab we rode in was an old mob car retrofitted like a taxi.

We went to the Capital Grille ( for dinner. Waiting for us were glasses of champagne with blackberries floating in them. Our server, the manager, other servers and hostesses came by to say congrats and asked to see my ring. They also brought out a special desert with “Congratulations Melissa and Greg” written in chocolate for desert.

When we got back to the hotel, there was another bottle of champagne in a bucket with glasses. It was so perfect!

I still find it hard to believe that Greg is no longer my boyfriend, but my fiancé, and that one day soon, he will be my husband.

All because two people fell in love...

Saturday, August 8, 2009

He asked, I said YES! I'm engaged!

On my birthday, which was Friday, Greg took me away for what I thought was my birthday weekend. It turned out to be that and so much more! We went to the Historic 3rd Ward, went shopping, browsed the gardens at the Michell Park Observatory, had a romantic room with a fireplace and hot tub at the Hotel Metro, got to ride in a fancy car and had one of the best dinners ever at the Capitol Grille.

It was super romantic and amazing! More pictures and details to come. Now I have something to blog about until the cows come home!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I Have a Blogging Problem

Hello, my name is Missie Jean and it’s been over a month since I last blogged.


Where have I been?

Oh, a little of this:

A little of that:

Some more of this:

And well, I’ve been busy!

The months of June, July and August are ridiculously busy at work. We work our butts off from clock in to clock out. My nights? Softball Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. In between? Try to pay attention to our attention deprived cats, clean the house, do laundry, grocery shop, see my girlfriends, spend time with family.

It’s a crazy life, but it’s my life. J

My birthday is tomorrow. The big 2-7. Greg has a fun overnight trip planned that all I know is what to pack. No idea what we’re doing or where we’re going. I’m really excited!

My birthday this year has lasted a week. Tonight my awesome friends have planned a night of sushi and fun! I’m counting down the hours until I can see my girls.

Friday – Saturday, the aforementioned trip.

Sunday – huge cookout at our house to celebrate the life of yours truly.

Monday – recovery.

Well, just stopping by to let you all know I’m alive. Life is slowly starting to settle down and I’ll be back talking about everything and nothing before you know it!

Love you all for hanging in there!
~ Missie

Monday, June 22, 2009

Memorial Day Madness

Well, we made it a year! We have officially been in our house for one year (well, a year and a few weeks now that I've taken so long to post this)

To celebrate 1 year of home ownership, we invited 50 of our closest friends over for a cookout.

Here's a few friends... The curly haired one is Nicole over at Random Ramblings.

And here's Matt of Evil Stick Man fame, his awesome wife Mindi, Laura from Holler at Your Mom is hiding behind Mindi, my gooderest friend Kate and her sister Lindsay.

And the best part? We had a TREE TRIMMER at our party. Also known as our friend Ryan. He brought his loverly girlfriend Sarah down and was kind enough to trim the ugly pine tree away from my beautiful flowering crap apple *which didn't flower this year*...

Here's Ryan beforehand...

And climbing the tree...

He's pretty high up!

The captive audience...

Happy Ending :)

It's been a crazy year, but a wonderful one. Owning a home is all that AND a bag of chips. A very expensive bag of chips.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I Am Alive... I Think...

I'm the most horrible blogger on the planet! I'm sorry I've been MIA for so long and the few and far between posts you have been given have been mobile bloggery posts and thoughtless, mindless, ramblings. Oh, wait, my whole blog is like that... LOL!

There's a lot going on lately and with Hard Drive A completely full and unable to process the simplest task, my computer was on hiatus for a while. When Hard Drive B was installed and angels sang, I was too worn out to do much blogging.

But I'm back, from outer space, I just walked in...

Sorry, got carried away...

Anywho, where was I? Oh, yeah, I'm back. Back in BLACK. WHOOOOOOO....

Where is my mind today? LOL

Well, I'm back. And I promise there are new posts coming. My goal is to post once a week and improve on that as time allows.

Thanks for hanging with me! I've got pictures and stories galore coming your way.

Lots of Love,

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I've Started Feeling Old

I've started feeling old lately...

I think sometimes you can get caught up in how 'cool' a younger person is that you forget how old you actually are.

On one hand, I see teenagers and cringe. On the other hand, I see people in their early 20's and think "Man, that's when we had it all, freedom, no mortage, cheap car, a few bills to pay, no money and yet somehow we figured out how to make it work and have money left over for some pizza and beer."

On another hand, I look at kids in their early 20's and think "I am so glad I'm not living paycheck to paycheck, jumping from boyfriend to boyfriend, trying to figure out who I am, what I want, what and who I should be when I 'grow up'."

We have a few friends/aquaintences who are in their early 20's and I see how others tend to flock to them. Who wouldn't? They're young, hip, cool, down with the sickness and whatnot. For some reason, I just can't handle being around them for more than a 'hi, how are you?'.

I am not sure why I have a hard time around people who are younger than me. There are a few, like my friend Amanda, who I forget is younger because I swear, she's so much more mature than I am. And I'm sure there are a few people who are going to be awesome people, when they get over the 'Let's Party!' and that annoyingly immature 'I'm about as deep as a puddle' stage.

I'm sure I'm missing out on getting to know someone who might very well be awesome and fun, but there's that part of my brain that says 'Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt' and puts the kibash on it.

I've started feeling old lately and maybe this is part of growing up. What do you think?

Saturday, May 16, 2009

I've had this urge lately to reconnect with my family. Its strange. I have this deep-seeded desire to share the same space as my flesh and blood.

I've thought about extending an olive branch to a family member I haven't spoken to in quite some time.

There are more cons than pros. And I'm not quite sure if the pros are worth it.

There's only one way to find out, right?

What do you think?

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Mother's Day - Updated

Mothers Day is always a day in which I wake up wondering how the day will pan out. Some years it's the easiest thing, just another day. Most years, I want to crawl into bed and wake up when its over.

This year started out just like any year. I woke up, sent a silent wish to my mom for a Happy Mothers Day and got out of bed. About 1/2 way to the kitchen, I turned around and when straight back to bed.

About an hour and a half later, 20 minutes before we were to meet with Greg's parents and Grandmother for breakfast, I made my second attempt at getting up.

Back in bed after feeding the cats, I woke Greg up and told him he needed to get in the shower. Still in bed, I took a deep breath, cleared my mind and headed for the closet. I threw on the first shirt I could find, the jeans I wore yesterday and grabbed my black heels.

We made it through breakfast okay, but once we walked in the door to our house, the tears came. The grief sneaks in without a sound. Suddenly I'm gripped with the loss of my mother. The knowledge that no matter how many amazing women I'm celebrating today, the one who brought me into this world, the one whom with I share a strong bond, will not be physically here to celebrate the day that was made for us.

We have spent the day with Greg's parents and what started out as an anxiety riddled morning, has evolved into a numb, yet manageable day. This evening we have a softball game and then a dinner party with Greg's grandma. I had a wonderful phone conversation with my grandma and that may have been the saving grace of my day.

I wish all the mothers out there a wonderful day. And if you can read blogs from heaven, Happy Mothers Day Mom.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

3 Random Things You Didn't Know About Me

1. I once woke up in the middle of surgery. I was 6 and was getting my tonsils and adenoids taken out and tubes put in my ear. Ever since then, I'm terrified of being put under.

2. I LOVE sloppy Joe's. I could eat them every day of the year. When Greg's out of town, I'll make them and eat them all week. I only eat them over cheap buns with ruffles potato chips.

3. I wanted to be Jewish. A friend once told me that Jewish people got to put candles in all of their windows at the holidays and I wanted to do it too. Somehow I justified that I should convert to Judaism so that I could put candles in the windows of the house I had in my head.

Have you ever woken up during surgery? Tell me about it!
Do you love or hate sloppy Joe's? Want to share?
Are you Jewish? If so, can we hang out? :)

Thursday, April 30, 2009


Forgiveness - what is it really? Do you have to move on to forgive? How do you forgive if you can't forget? Is it harder to forgive someone you love or someone you dislike?

Do you forgive for them or for yourself? Does it get easier with time?

What do you think?

Monday, April 27, 2009

Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Bird In The Window.
A bird flew into pur picture window this morning. I ran outside sobbing and picked it up in a towel. Sitting on the porch, in the rain, in my pajamas, holding the little finch in my arms while it took its last breath.

I'm so devistated over this little lost life. I know how silly that is. Now that it is a few hours later and I'm better, the tears are dry. But I'm changed today.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Let The Sun Shine In!

Today is beautiful! I have Matt and Mindi coming over for dinner and they're staying with us the whole weekend! Well, some of the weekend, the rest they'll be at Kiltie rehearsal. But still, they'll be here! I get Mindi all to myself tonight while Matt is at a staff meeting. Neener, neener, neener...

I made a roast, but had no carrots. So I'm leaving work early today and rushing home to peel the carrots and get them in the slow cooker before anyone notices. :)

Let's keep that between you and I, shall we?

Thanks, I knew I could count on you!

Oh, did you miss that? I get to leave work at 3:00 today! Having a bagillion hours of overtime will do that to a girl. And man, do I love when it's done to me.

Wait, what were we talking about?

Anyway, I'm off to finish up the last bit of stuff that needs to be finished before I burst forward from the doors of this building and race home to open all the windows in our house and enjoy this beautiful day that has been so generously given to us to enjoy.

Do me a favor...? When you get in your car to drive home this afternoon, open up all those windows and enjoy every single drop of beautiful weather we have. Before you know it, it'll be gone and we'll be freezing our hineys off again.

It doesn't get much better than this!

Love you all,

Thursday, April 23, 2009

That's Who I Am, But Who Am I?

I was born almost 3 months early and weighed 2 pounds, eleven ounces. They were told I had a 60% survival rate being that premature.

At 2, my parents went through a nasty divorce which spilled over into almost all of my childhood and still affects my adulthood.

When I was 8, my mother died of colorectal cancer. She had a 44% chance of surviving if it was caught in time. She was stage 4 before it was caught. Now, you have a 90% survival rate.

At 17, my father was thrown in prison and sentenced to 12 years. I will be almost 30 when he is released. He had been incarcerated so many times prior that I have lost count.

By 18 I had lived in a household for 10 years in which I was both mentally and physically abused on a daily basis. I moved out before my 18th birthday and never looked back. I have only been 'home' a handful of times since; none within the last 2 years.

I was a 19 year old woman selling half a million dollar equipment to an industry almost fully comprised of old men. Somehow, I thrived. That position opened so many doors to me and I will forever be grateful for that.

Without my Grandma and a handful of selfless, wonderful friends, I would never have survived myself.

These are things that most no one knows about me. I have a handful of good friends who do and I tend to think that they have already forgotten that I've told them this.

Why? Because at times I feel that it has no bearing on whom I am. But other times, I feel as though by denying it, I'm lying to myself.

I live two lives. Most of the time, I'm the girl whose life started at 22. Some of the time, I'm everything I've been through.

When I think of where I've been and what I've been through, I start to feel as though it's worth other's pity. And pity is not what I want in my life or need.

Other times I feel a desire to say these things out loud because in doing so may garner the last bit of respect I'm looking for from someone.

Lately, I've struggled with how my past will affect my future. Do I need to rise above or do I need to embrace it? Rising above has worked so far; along with many helping hands holding me up when I wasn't able.

Is keeping much of this a 'secret' giving it the power it does not deserve? Or is it just being human and having secrets?

Just some random thoughts for you all.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I'm Back In The Saddle Again

I've learned something new - how to mobile blog! Now, saying that I've learned how to do it does not mean that I can actually do it. But hopefully this will help me blog more.

My computer has revolted against me. Apparently I have too much music and too many photos stored on my main hard drive and need a new/additional one. Working on it. What that means to y'all is that I cannot really post much of anything photo related unless I upload them at work, and well, I'm not in to that.

We just got back from Minnesota's NCAA Gymnastic Competition. Jamers, Greg's little brother, is a senior this year at Nebraska and that was his last meet. I apparently was sitting behind John Rothelesberger (or however the eff you spell it) and didn't know it. He's a 4-time Olympian I hear. I thought he was gay and was trying to figure out if the dude sitting next to him was his boyfriend or just a friend. What do I know?

Let's see? Lots to write about, but a lot of it is stuff I don't want posted all over the internets, ya know?

Maureen "yelled" at me to post something because she's out posted me about 4 to one these past few months.

I promise that there are big, exciting things coming.

Matt and Mindi are coming up to spend the weekend with us. Of course, we have to share them with the Kilties, but Friday night, Mindi is all mine while Matt goes to a staff meeting. I hope. Maybe they have different plans. I'm just excited to see them! Matt and Mindi are good peeps.

What else? Easter was good. Long day, I was tired and my rotator cuff had been acting up. But it was nice to spend the day with the family.

I promise to get writing and get you guys some new material soon.

Love ya and miss ya!

Monday, April 13, 2009

I am alive

I'm alive, I promise. Just not much in a mood to do much of anything except crawl in bed and survive right now.

Just in a funk. But worry none, the clouds will part and happy-go-lucky me will be back soon.


Monday, March 23, 2009

Monday Must Haves

This weeks Monday Must Haves are the following:

How about you?

Friday, March 20, 2009

I Have A Stalker

Really, I do.

About the time we moved in to our house, our cats started hissing; no, BELLOWING, at about 2:30 the morning on random Tuesdays and Thursdays.

We figured it was another cat and did what we could to keep the natives from getting too restless.

I'll tell you all about a specific incident, only to stress how much this was affecting our currently residing feline members of this family. It is not to be shared among anyone else but us, got it?

Picture this:

It's abotu 3:00 in the morning and I've been deep asleep for about 5 hours now. I'm snuggled warm in bed, my boyfriend's warm body beside me. Mmmm... warm boyfriend. Bed...
I digress.

Where was I? Oh, deep sleep.

I'm sleeping deeply when all of a sudden, the most horrendous noise known to man fills our house, jolting me from my dreams about peaches, tulips and whether I should marry Reggie Miller and have his love child.

To demonstrate, I have pulled this YouTube video for reference:

I cannot embed it because I'm using IE and IE is friggen retarded.

I wake up to THAT noise, only louder because it is 3 cats, in harmony. Only this isn't the kind of music I download on iTunes.

I jolt upright screaming "What happened?!"What's going on?!"GREG!" - My eyeballs have literally popped out of my head, my heart has stopped and without knowing it, I'm throwing back the covers and grabbing, of all things, my pillow, so that whatever's out there, I can throw my deadly pillow at it.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I get out to the living room and this is what I see:

We have a peeping Tom(cat)!
Who STARES at our cats. Without fear.
Because, ya know, he's on the OUTSIDE of the glass and not stuck in a house.
Look at me, I'm a dirty cat.
What are you lookin' at, eh?
I made "Is This Your Cat" Posters, printed them and the damn cat never came back. Last week, I saw a dead cat and almost had a heart attack because I thought it was him. But it wasn't.
Smelly cat, smelly cat, where have you gone?

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Has It Been A While?

Shore 'nuff, last time I posted something of actual relavance... oh wait, I haven't yet done so... Okay, well, the last time I posted something other than a "Tag, you're it!" or Contest (thanks to you, you, you, you and you! who entered and won!) was well, it was almost 2 haircuts and an orthodontist ago.

Oh, and a stalker cat to boot. (We'll get to that later)(maybe tomorrow?)

Life is good - busy, as you can probably tell by my lack of posting, but wonderfully good. Work is busy, the house is in one piece, we got some awesome snowboarding in before spring brought her wonderfully warm weather to our doorstep. All in all, life is grand.

There's the usual, bills, cleaning, laundry that never ends, but all in all, life has been fantastic.

Do you ever have those weeks where everything goes well? Sure, you have the normal snafus, but life, in general, is sunshine and roses? You have moments of clarity where you suddenly remember what life is all about, what and who are important. I have had that kind of week.

Maybe it's the weather - opening the windows and digging out my capris that, thank the clothing gods, still fit like a glove. Maybe even a loose glove...

Maybe part of it is being surrounded by wonderful friends and family. Knowing that the people who surround me are (finally) the people I know are going to support and love me, no matter what.

Maybe it's that work is better. I'm getting a grip on what needs to be done, how to do it and how to excel at it. I've made some rookie mistakes, but my uphill battle to be one of the gang is not as steep as it once was.

Maybe it's the out with the old and in with the new. Cleaning the house and packing away of all the wintery items we no longer need.

I have all of this energy to accomplish things and tackle the piles and piles of things that somehow, well, piled up over the colder months.

Whatever it is, I'm grabbing on to it with both hands and my feet (for good measure).

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Because I Am The Most (least?) Creative Type You'll Ever Meet. :)

(Stolen from my Friend Jessie; I even stole it word for word for word for word! :D)

It's kind of a game for us "blogger" types.

Here's how it works: the first FIVE people to respond to this post will get something made by me personally. What I make is my choice, but it will be made JUST FOR YOU! My choice. For you.

However, like all things that sound too good to be true, this offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1- There is no guarantee that you will like what I make!

2- What I create will be just for you personally.

3- It will be completed sometime this year.

4- You will receive no clues as to what it's going to be.

5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange if I so desire... it may blow your mind! Or it may not. It may be very simple and predictable... but hopefully you will benefit from it!

6- You must re-post this on your blog and offer the same deal to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.

Not too bad, huh? In fact, I think it'll be a lot of fun!!

So-- on your mark, get set, GO! The first 5 people to leave a comment telling me they posted this on their blog and want to win a free, FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift from me will receive just that!!! (I will email you and ask for your address)

**Remember: You have to post this on your blog before you can be guaranteed one of the five slots!**

Friday, February 27, 2009

Because My Mind Works This Way, Y'all

My work week in a nutshell:

Our shipping department was supposed to have sent 6 skids of boxes to a customer (cause, you know, we make boxes) and we sent a chair instead. On a skid. Wrapped in bubble wrap.

We also sent 35,000 pizza boxes to a brotherly love type pizza maker in Milwaukee. Usually you wrap the skid in leftover cartons to protect it in shipment. Our shipping department wrapped these in Raid boxes. You know, the roach killer? Luckily for us, we make those boxes and they hadn't touched any product. But the customer just about had a heart attack when they received them.

I also got this email today from shipping:

We have a package by Shipping for “ Rey Manabat “?

Would Rey Manabat please contact the Shipping Office?

We don't have a Rey Manabat at our company. So of course, we replied back with the likes of:

I think I just saw him going into the bathroom...
I think he's outside having a smoke...
“Rey! Man da bat!” (It’s a lesser known baseball saying.)

Did you try paging him? :)

Lots of laughter today in the office. Some of it so hard we were crying. It's one of those weeks that if you don't laugh, you will cry, and they won't be tears of joy.

Needless to say, the customer rejected the chair.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Avoidance Techniques?

Well, you all know I've been MIA. Between ebola, Buck's games, photog, ski trips, work and home, life has just gotten in the way of blogging! *damn life!*

Here is a photo montage of what I've been doing to keep myself busy -

Ski trip - just before going out on the first run of the weekend. What a blast!

My V-day flowers! 2 dozen roses, well played Mr. Greg, well played. :-)

My goddaughter at her 5th birthday party - she wanted to go to Monkey Joes which is a huge warehouse filled with jumpy house thingamajigs. Lots of fun!

Trying not to show my braces off, but show off the new hair cut! And getting stabbed in the process.

Me and Jeni at the game! I was so sick that night!!

And we'll end with a video - Greg is marching the Milwaukee Buck's Drumline this season and we went to see the games. Obviously $10.00 tickets didn't get us too close to the action. Fortunately, we're MUCH closer this Saturday and I'll have better pictures to post.