So...I probably should have updated this like 2 weeks ago, considering I'm sitting at my dining room table, surrounded by boxes and packing tape. Guess what that means? I got the job! I'll be moving to Oregon in...2 days. Yes, 2 days. Wow...went a little faster than I thought it would, not gonna lie. But life since October 7th has been a bit chaotic. We're thrilled and excited and nervous and ready to go! My family on the other hand...they'll get over it. In a few years. That part makes it really hard to enjoy something that I'm actually really proud of. I mean, I got a job at THE company I want to work for in THE worst economy in 80 years, and I did it all over the phone. I mean, really? I feel pretty good about that. But my family? Not so thrilled. More on that later.
The past few weeks have been filled with packing up the house (we'll be PODS-ing it), trying to run around to visit everyone I'm not going to see for a while, and really preparing myself that OMG this is REALLy happening!
So, yah, R and I are roadtripping it up there in a few days, and I'll be living in an RV park until I find us an apartment. He'll fly home, couch surf for a few weeks, and join me right before Christmas. And I'm SO.VERY.EXCITED to bust out my fall clothes, my rain jacket, and my walking shoes to go exploring around.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Risky Business
I should know by next week whether I my life will dramatically change…or not. Crazy, isn’t it. Sitting here, thinking, “Wow, by my 28th birthday, I could be living in a real fall city, at a job I totally want (but probably also looking at a second job because the pay sucks), in a city I’ve really never been to, and living away from the hubs for a few month”. Not a thought I have every day.
But I’ll put it out there. I made it to Round Two of “Mission-Get a job at top company”. Crazy. I didn’t expect things to happen this early, but life apparently called and said “tough cookie, E!”.
The past 2 days have been filled with analyzing, number crunching, pro-ing and con-ing, and just thinking…and dreaming. Dreaming of what my life might be, what it might look like…and it’s nothing fabulous but it sure makes me smile.
Yesterday morning, I was ready to call them and say no, no I just couldn’t go through with it. The numbers wouldn’t work, and I didn’t want to waste their time. But HELLO? They have given me their time for a reason! They like me, they REALLY LIKE ME! (I think?)
I don’t consider myself an overly religious person. I’m probably more Agnostic than anything (though leaning towards Presbyterian). But these past 5 weeks, I’ve become more religious and putting my trust in something greater than…me.
When the BFF’s husband died, I thought to myself that it had to have happened for reason. For some great unknown what-the-hell-and-why-would-you-do-this-to-her kind of reason. I also started believe in Heaven more than ever, as I know KNOW deep deep down in the depth of my heart that he is with her. He was the shadow that turned on the never-working motion light at S’s house that night, with his brother and his best friend drowning their sorrows in beer, pool, and cigarettes. He was the lone American flag sitting quietly on the hill, hidden between the oak trees at the burial. He and M, another friend lost too early, were hiding in dragonfly bodies while the rest of us were crying, sobbing, and staring speechlessly. I just KNOW. It HAS to be.
So, I guess I just think that life works itself out and I sort of have to roll with the punches and let things happen. I can’t question it when life throws a curve ball at me, I just have to be ready to hit, ready to go. Ready to jump at the opportunity I may not get again.
And if I don’t get the opportunity? It wasn’t meant to be, and life has something else in store, I guess. And that’s OK, too.
So….I’ll keep you posted!
But I’ll put it out there. I made it to Round Two of “Mission-Get a job at top company”. Crazy. I didn’t expect things to happen this early, but life apparently called and said “tough cookie, E!”.
The past 2 days have been filled with analyzing, number crunching, pro-ing and con-ing, and just thinking…and dreaming. Dreaming of what my life might be, what it might look like…and it’s nothing fabulous but it sure makes me smile.
Yesterday morning, I was ready to call them and say no, no I just couldn’t go through with it. The numbers wouldn’t work, and I didn’t want to waste their time. But HELLO? They have given me their time for a reason! They like me, they REALLY LIKE ME! (I think?)
I don’t consider myself an overly religious person. I’m probably more Agnostic than anything (though leaning towards Presbyterian). But these past 5 weeks, I’ve become more religious and putting my trust in something greater than…me.
When the BFF’s husband died, I thought to myself that it had to have happened for reason. For some great unknown what-the-hell-and-why-would-you-do-this-to-her kind of reason. I also started believe in Heaven more than ever, as I know KNOW deep deep down in the depth of my heart that he is with her. He was the shadow that turned on the never-working motion light at S’s house that night, with his brother and his best friend drowning their sorrows in beer, pool, and cigarettes. He was the lone American flag sitting quietly on the hill, hidden between the oak trees at the burial. He and M, another friend lost too early, were hiding in dragonfly bodies while the rest of us were crying, sobbing, and staring speechlessly. I just KNOW. It HAS to be.
So, I guess I just think that life works itself out and I sort of have to roll with the punches and let things happen. I can’t question it when life throws a curve ball at me, I just have to be ready to hit, ready to go. Ready to jump at the opportunity I may not get again.
And if I don’t get the opportunity? It wasn’t meant to be, and life has something else in store, I guess. And that’s OK, too.
So….I’ll keep you posted!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Foto Friday
This Foto Friday edition brought to you by Escon.dido's Grand Avenue Friday's, an oldie car show that happens every Friday night in summer. For several blocks in old downtown Escon.dido (it certainly has a 50's feel to it), Mustangs fill the side streets, Packards park along the curb, and people fill the sidewalks and jaws drop at some of the beauty's that cruise through the town.
Now, a little fact about me. I love me some old cars. L.O.V.E. Not sure what it is, maybe the nostalgic feeling of see a 56 Ford pickup, wondering if I was perhaps a girl in a poodle skirt in my past life. I weep a little when I see an authentic Shelby (and there are a few there!). The bright bold colors of a Chevy, the wood paneling of a true Woodie, and the roar of the 465 horsepower engine all excite me. Now, mind you, I know not a thing about cars. I'm happy I can check my oil when need be, but mechanics? That's R'd field, not mine. But someday on our farm, I do plan to let R indulge in his dream of a 56 Ford (painted John Deere green and yellow, of course!) and cruise along side him through town.
Tonight marks the last of the Grand Avenue cruising, and honestly, I'm going to miss it!
Ford Spare, 2009
The vivid colors of a Cherry Red Ford, a Lime Green Chevy, and a Tangerine truck, 2009
The hood of a rare 1929 Packard, 2009
I loved the shadows playing off of the 1950's Corvettte, 2009
I didn't intentionally take this for the shadows in the rear view, but that's what makes this picture my favorite in the set. Stingray, 2009
And someday, I'll have my Stingray. R will just have to drive it because I refuse to drive stick ever again.
Now, a little fact about me. I love me some old cars. L.O.V.E. Not sure what it is, maybe the nostalgic feeling of see a 56 Ford pickup, wondering if I was perhaps a girl in a poodle skirt in my past life. I weep a little when I see an authentic Shelby (and there are a few there!). The bright bold colors of a Chevy, the wood paneling of a true Woodie, and the roar of the 465 horsepower engine all excite me. Now, mind you, I know not a thing about cars. I'm happy I can check my oil when need be, but mechanics? That's R'd field, not mine. But someday on our farm, I do plan to let R indulge in his dream of a 56 Ford (painted John Deere green and yellow, of course!) and cruise along side him through town.
Tonight marks the last of the Grand Avenue cruising, and honestly, I'm going to miss it!
Ford Spare, 2009
The vivid colors of a Cherry Red Ford, a Lime Green Chevy, and a Tangerine truck, 2009
The hood of a rare 1929 Packard, 2009
I loved the shadows playing off of the 1950's Corvettte, 2009
I didn't intentionally take this for the shadows in the rear view, but that's what makes this picture my favorite in the set. Stingray, 2009
And someday, I'll have my Stingray. R will just have to drive it because I refuse to drive stick ever again.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Oh Hell!
I forgot to tell you the exciting news...that I'm officially insane! Months ago, I was talking to a girlfriend of mine who I studied abroad with, and since all of our group lives across the country now, we thought it would be neat to meet up for a half marathon once a year. So, I found one in Portland, suggested it my other friend (the BFF) and then it just sort of fell off the radar. And I sure wasn't' going to remind anyone about said half marathon.
So, last week, the BFF asked if I was still up for it since I will be visiting her at the same time. **Edit**OH yah, the Half is NEXT MONTH?! What could I say? She's going through the hardest thing in her life right now, I think I can manage the dreaded 13.1, right?
So, Run Like Hell Half, here I come! I might be walking like Hell, but I'll be there! I've got my mini training plan set, and so far, I'm on schedule. I've cut back my wine consumption to once a week (and OK, I cheated and had a few beers on Sunday, but hey, it was the Chargers opening game?!)which makes me cry sometimes, but I get over it.
I'm *this* close to finishing my goals for the year...I just have to sign up for another half by the end of year. But my compromise? I hiked 18 miles of uphill hell in Yosemite (including a nice 5 miler in the middle.of.the.night. And started said "warm up" hike (or first attempt at Half Dome at midnight-OK, I am insane?!) only minutes after a BEAR entered.our.camp. Yah, I was not a happy hiker.) I figure that counts for something, so if I can make it through Hell that weekend, then I think I'd be happy to cross off yet another goal for the year.
Here's to Hell!
So, last week, the BFF asked if I was still up for it since I will be visiting her at the same time. **Edit**OH yah, the Half is NEXT MONTH?! What could I say? She's going through the hardest thing in her life right now, I think I can manage the dreaded 13.1, right?
So, Run Like Hell Half, here I come! I might be walking like Hell, but I'll be there! I've got my mini training plan set, and so far, I'm on schedule. I've cut back my wine consumption to once a week (and OK, I cheated and had a few beers on Sunday, but hey, it was the Chargers opening game?!)which makes me cry sometimes, but I get over it.
I'm *this* close to finishing my goals for the year...I just have to sign up for another half by the end of year. But my compromise? I hiked 18 miles of uphill hell in Yosemite (including a nice 5 miler in the middle.of.the.night. And started said "warm up" hike (or first attempt at Half Dome at midnight-OK, I am insane?!) only minutes after a BEAR entered.our.camp. Yah, I was not a happy hiker.) I figure that counts for something, so if I can make it through Hell that weekend, then I think I'd be happy to cross off yet another goal for the year.
Here's to Hell!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Foto Friday Returns!
We now return to your regularaly scheduled (and sadly forgotten) Foto Friday. Now that the countdown is on to depart SoCal (although I'm not really sure how many days I am counting), I decided it was time to explore the lesser known northern part of San Diego, after 8 years of knowing my way forward and backwards in central San Diego. In the past few months, R and I have come to realize that Escon.dido really does have some charm in its mix of rural-ghetto-
suburban-old. We've taken advantage of it's downtown Friday night street festivals, it's close proximity to my two favorite grocery stores, and it's overall comfortable-ness (it's a word, I swear) that allows one to wear bleach stained pajama bottoms, a tank top circa 1999 Express, and golf flip flops to the grocery store and still feel comfortable. You know, I think I'm going to miss this little town.
In fact, I finally made it to their Tuesday evening farmers markets, and came home with a fresh baguette, a free bundle of carrots (from stack below) and a free squash (I made friends with a strange but friendly Amish-like religious farmer woman who invited me out to her "Friday Night Gatherings" at her farm in BFE. Thanks for the carrots lady, but no thanks. Not into cults.)
Veggies, September, 2009
Carrots and Sunflowers Farmers Market, Sept. 2009
Caterpillar, 2009 (not from the market, but from my own garden, happily chomping away on my grape tomoatoes)
suburban-old. We've taken advantage of it's downtown Friday night street festivals, it's close proximity to my two favorite grocery stores, and it's overall comfortable-ness (it's a word, I swear) that allows one to wear bleach stained pajama bottoms, a tank top circa 1999 Express, and golf flip flops to the grocery store and still feel comfortable. You know, I think I'm going to miss this little town.
In fact, I finally made it to their Tuesday evening farmers markets, and came home with a fresh baguette, a free bundle of carrots (from stack below) and a free squash (I made friends with a strange but friendly Amish-like religious farmer woman who invited me out to her "Friday Night Gatherings" at her farm in BFE. Thanks for the carrots lady, but no thanks. Not into cults.)
And now...Foto Friday Returns:
Veggies, September, 2009
Carrots and Sunflowers Farmers Market, Sept. 2009
Caterpillar, 2009 (not from the market, but from my own garden, happily chomping away on my grape tomoatoes)
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