4.09.2013

The Milk Carton Kids

Ash and Clay
 


This is the most soothing music of the month. This takes me back to my childhood, when we were little and we'd stay at my grandma's house. Sometimes we would be there for weeks at a time. Very few of my memories are as sweet as those days. Playing on the farm...Eating burnt hamburger and fresh string beans with a quarter cup of milk, one of us being the lucky one to drink it from the highly desirable pink money cup. We rarely left the farm, but when we did, it was always the highlight of our stay. Grandma Elaine was the youngest of five girls and it was her responsibility to chauffeur her older sister, dear Aunt Edna, around. So, whenever we went...Aunt Edna went. Our goings included attending funerals, post office drops, singing at the nursing home and our personal favorite, "going to town"(Ream's grocery store...bin candy heaven). We would pull up to Aunt Edna's house and she'd be waiting on her porch holding her purse and her sun hat...always donning her finest clothes. Grandma would warn us to behave...And without saying a word, Aunt Edna would get in the car and we would drive. She would gaze out the window with a peaceful smile, happy to be with her sister. And grandma drove with a pleased smile. The whole way to town.

I loved those times. 

Miss you sweet grandma. And Aunt Edna, too.

9.28.2012

Lisa Hannigan 
 
Little Bird












7.03.2012

Hello Sweet Strangers!

I know it has been more than long enough since my last post... So, so much has happened in the last few months whilst being MIA with the blog upkeep.

I will need to give a full recap with photos... But since Tom traded out my laptop with...nothing, I have been bouncing from computer to computer with no end in sight. I am on my Mac right now, which I would prefer to just claim, but I know we'll be getting a new one soon, so what's the point?  My photos are here and there, scattered all over technology space. 

The good news is that our precious friends made us a cd of a great little trip we took not too long ago, with lots of photos to see. So in case you have forgotten what we look like, I will refresh your memory and recap a great vacay with our favorite friends!


I call it 
The Ring of Fire...
 (and it burns, burns, burns)


6.14.2012

 
Birdy.
 
Heartbreak

5.11.2012

Damien Rice and Glen Hansard. 

I promise it doesn't get better than this.



I know its not a great recording... It's all there is.

5.09.2012






When it Comes Down to It, I Will Pick White Every Time













Damien Rice
&
Ray Lamontagne
 
Two of the greatest artists. 
Together. 
What I wouldn't have done to be there.



5.03.2012




Why is this so bloody funny to me? 

Pun Totally intended.

 Some Things I Can't Get Enough Of

Orange

Bright Front Doors

 Everything About This Sign

 This Feel

 I Am Obsessed with These Pillows


 And I Really Love the Feminine Feel of this Skirt

4.26.2012

 These were on my desktop, I don't know why, but it makes me sad to see them. 
It seems like I have forgotten how small the children once were.








4.25.2012



I hope your day is filled with goodness.

4.24.2012

4.22.2012

 A New Leaf


I have so much to say today... A lot has happened in the last little bit...I will start with the bad news first. I was pulled over on Wednesday AND I  received a ticket. It was the first ticket I have been given in a very long time.  The worst part about this particular ticket is that I was as guilty as the day is long. I won't go into the details, I'll just say out of the five consecutive laws I broke, the final straw being cutting off the undercover officer that eventually slapped me with this black mark on my otherwise clean record, I had not even a crutch to lean on. I just politely told the officer I understand I am guilty, now please just give me the damn ticket. The good news was that  my bad luck came in three's... And as luck would have it, that ticket was number three of a very tiresome day.
 
So onto the good news... I don't know if I mentioned I had enrolled in real estate school. It has been a long time coming. In fact, a desire of mine for the last fifteen years. And I am very pleased to say that I finished all my classes. I took the state exam on Thursday, and apart from the sweating of bullets and the reading the same question five times in a row, I breezed through the whole thing. Although they don't give results... I am quite certain it was by the skin of my pretty, white teeth.

You know what that means ? I am a realtor! No more interior design. No more Jetblue. It is a funny thing how things in life just kind of happen the way they are suppose to.  I will still have design, perhaps a little here and there, But I am completely done with Jetblue. I am sad about that part... I will admit, today in relief society it hit me like a ton of bricks... Gone are the days that I can't just pack up and go to New York on a whim.  As I thought about it, my eyes watered a bit and I felt the ceiling crowding in on me... I thought I might suffocate. Indeed I really did dread the work of Jetblue, (I would spend more time trying to get out of my shift than I would had I just worked it...It really was that awful to me) It was a safety net and a comfort for me to know I had it... That safety net is gone and I have no other choice than to throw myself into the world of  real estate. That part is scary but at the same time,  kind of an exciting thought.

Real estate has always been such a passion for me, even when I wasn't in the market for houses I would still check out the MLS on a regular basis... Just to see what I was missing out on. I am so excited to help families find the homes that they were meant to have, investors find property they can make an income on... But I am mostly excited about walking through those fixer upper homes and helping my clients see all the potential those old bones hold. That part makes my blood pump a little bit faster. I think if I dedicate myself to this, I'll be good at it.  I'll make enough money that I can just pay for my own ticket on Jetblue without having to play the standby game. I hope sooner than later I may even be saying "Jet who?"

So here it goes! Wish me luck :)

4.13.2012

Just Good Music


My brother and I were helping my dad build a good music list for his new Ipod. I was reminding him of all the songs he liked that I would play for him back when I was fourteen or so. The list included some 4 Non Blondes, Counting Crows, Smashing Pumpkins, Pennywise, Dire Straits (actually, he got me into them) and this beauty... Soul Asylum's Runaway Train. We would watch all of these together on MTV (back when MTV actually played music). He would get such a kick out of our music. It only seemed fitting... He introduced me to some of the best bands  from his time and I got to introduce him to some great bands of my time. 
This song brings back so many good feelings and memories for me. It was great in 1993 and its still great in 2012.