Saturday, November 26, 2011
Beautiful Fall Wedding
It amazes me that every day I am living my dream. Over a decade a go I decided that I wanted to plan weddings for a living. Today, I am proud to say that I plan 25 weddings a year! This was the last one for 2011!
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Do What is Right....
When I look back on my life there are a few things that I hope to remember about my life and my actions.
1-That I always do what is right.
2-That I always treat people the way I wish to be treated.
3-That I always do everything in my power to reach my goals.
4-That I always remember to enjoy my life.
This last week Item One has been front and center on my mind. I wish I could disclose the exact situation, however, some degree of confidentiality has to be maintained in a situation like this.
I have been struggling back and fourth about whether to speak up about something that I believe is right. Chances are, that the situation will pass and it will not even be given a second thought, however, in my mind, if I didn't speak up I will always know that I really should have. So, I'm going to.
When I sat down to write this blog I was really planning on writing more about the situation I had going on in my life. As I began typing, I realized that's not the important issue here. The issue is that I need to know who I am as a person. That answer is that I do what is right, every time. I treat people how I want to be treated, I work hard, and I do not have regrets.
The real thing I'm saying here is--I'm really glad that I know who I am, and I'm really glad that when I look back on this situation I'll know that I stood up and did what was right.
1-That I always do what is right.
2-That I always treat people the way I wish to be treated.
3-That I always do everything in my power to reach my goals.
4-That I always remember to enjoy my life.
This last week Item One has been front and center on my mind. I wish I could disclose the exact situation, however, some degree of confidentiality has to be maintained in a situation like this.
I have been struggling back and fourth about whether to speak up about something that I believe is right. Chances are, that the situation will pass and it will not even be given a second thought, however, in my mind, if I didn't speak up I will always know that I really should have. So, I'm going to.
When I sat down to write this blog I was really planning on writing more about the situation I had going on in my life. As I began typing, I realized that's not the important issue here. The issue is that I need to know who I am as a person. That answer is that I do what is right, every time. I treat people how I want to be treated, I work hard, and I do not have regrets.
The real thing I'm saying here is--I'm really glad that I know who I am, and I'm really glad that when I look back on this situation I'll know that I stood up and did what was right.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
"Welcome Back, Here's a Bookmark!"
I should really probably focus my blogs more, I'm really all over the board but today's blog is serious. Sometimes you have a take a moment to be thankful, that is what today is about.
My parents decided when I was in the 8th grade that it would be a brilliant idea for them to move to the country where my brother and I would attend a small country school. Basically they wanted to become Amish is what I pictured in my mind (not joking). We would have so many opportunities, the education would be better, we wouldn't get involved with kids we shouldn't. Those assumptions may or may have been correct.
On my very first day of my Freshman year of High School (arguably the most awkward time in my life) I started a new school, in a town I didn't even want to be living in. My dad dropped me off near the front entrance where (what seemed like at the time) there were hundreds of kids standing. Later I realized that my horrified eyes had multiplied the crowed of newbies by probably 100. I was just standing there looking around and thinking about whether I could run fast enough to jump in the bed of my dad's truck and would he notice if I just stayed there all day. Right as I'm choking back the tears that I did NOT want to come in front of all these kids who were gossiping about what they did over the summer, some girl with a ponytail high on top of her head, wearing a cheerleading uniform and probably the biggest smile I've ever seen comes up and says " Hi! Welcome back, Here's a Bookmark." At that very moment I relaxed and little and thought, well at least there is one nice person here.
After a few months I had settled in pretty well, and I ended up meeting Ms. Cheerleader. Turns out she was a few years older than me and involved in many of the same activities I wanted to be involved in. On several occasions she encouraged me to step up or nominated me to be in charge of different things. I had a great high school career, I was involved in many activities and left there with tons of friends. Ms. Cheerleader ended up graduating and going off to college. We really didn’t talk much to each other over the next few years.
Fast forward to my senior year of high school. I run in to her at Wal-Mart and she asks where I’m going to college. Turns out she was going to Mizzou too. She gave me all kinds of tips right there in the middle of Wal-Mart and told me about some organizations to get involved with. She gave me her phone number and said if I ever needed anything to let her know. I ended up seeing her a few times on campus and encouraged me to get involved with a Co-Ed Fraternity on campus. She introduced me to a few people in the organization and then I joined. To this day the people I met there are some of my very best friends.
After a long series of events we found out that we were both working at the same company and started keeping more in touch through email and messenger etc. She even set me up on a blind date once. We both now serve on the same Advisory Board for our University and keep in touch through friends and Facebook.
I don’t think I have ever taken the time to express my gratitude to her for influencing decisions in my life that have made me the person I am. I truly believe that, had she not handed me that bookmark I may have had a very different high school career. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason, and while I know she only did those things because she is genuinely a caring, loving, fantastic person, I know it has helped make me the person I am today. So for that, Ms. Cheerleader Girl, thank you. ;)
She and her husband got married after college and were living what appeared to be a great life. Many months ago she started blogging about their struggles conceiving a child. They had tried for quite some time with no avail. It tugged at everyone’s heart strings to read about the struggles these genuinely great people were having. She and her husband announced that they had decided to adopt, a difficult decision, no doubt. Adoption doesn’t come without it’s struggles, especially foreign adoption, but through her blogs I could really tell she had opened her heart and would be the perfect mother to these two beautiful children she had fallen in love with. A bump in the road set them back a few months ago and their wait would be longer to bring home the children. Yesterday, after I had literally just been wondering how things were going and if they had made any progress, she posted a blog. Tears begin streaming down my face as I read that she is pregnant. I literally sit back with a huge smile on my face and say to myself “so amazing.” She and her husband will be welcoming three beautiful children in to their lives. I cannot imagine any two people more deserving of this fantastic blessing.
Congratulations Mark and Jayme.
I am thankful for bookmarks, I’m thankful for good things happening to great people, I’m thankful for struggles that make us strong, and I am thankful that everything happens for a reason.
Take a moment, and count your blessings.
My parents decided when I was in the 8th grade that it would be a brilliant idea for them to move to the country where my brother and I would attend a small country school. Basically they wanted to become Amish is what I pictured in my mind (not joking). We would have so many opportunities, the education would be better, we wouldn't get involved with kids we shouldn't. Those assumptions may or may have been correct.
On my very first day of my Freshman year of High School (arguably the most awkward time in my life) I started a new school, in a town I didn't even want to be living in. My dad dropped me off near the front entrance where (what seemed like at the time) there were hundreds of kids standing. Later I realized that my horrified eyes had multiplied the crowed of newbies by probably 100. I was just standing there looking around and thinking about whether I could run fast enough to jump in the bed of my dad's truck and would he notice if I just stayed there all day. Right as I'm choking back the tears that I did NOT want to come in front of all these kids who were gossiping about what they did over the summer, some girl with a ponytail high on top of her head, wearing a cheerleading uniform and probably the biggest smile I've ever seen comes up and says " Hi! Welcome back, Here's a Bookmark." At that very moment I relaxed and little and thought, well at least there is one nice person here.
After a few months I had settled in pretty well, and I ended up meeting Ms. Cheerleader. Turns out she was a few years older than me and involved in many of the same activities I wanted to be involved in. On several occasions she encouraged me to step up or nominated me to be in charge of different things. I had a great high school career, I was involved in many activities and left there with tons of friends. Ms. Cheerleader ended up graduating and going off to college. We really didn’t talk much to each other over the next few years.
Fast forward to my senior year of high school. I run in to her at Wal-Mart and she asks where I’m going to college. Turns out she was going to Mizzou too. She gave me all kinds of tips right there in the middle of Wal-Mart and told me about some organizations to get involved with. She gave me her phone number and said if I ever needed anything to let her know. I ended up seeing her a few times on campus and encouraged me to get involved with a Co-Ed Fraternity on campus. She introduced me to a few people in the organization and then I joined. To this day the people I met there are some of my very best friends.
After a long series of events we found out that we were both working at the same company and started keeping more in touch through email and messenger etc. She even set me up on a blind date once. We both now serve on the same Advisory Board for our University and keep in touch through friends and Facebook.
I don’t think I have ever taken the time to express my gratitude to her for influencing decisions in my life that have made me the person I am. I truly believe that, had she not handed me that bookmark I may have had a very different high school career. I truly believe that everything happens for a reason, and while I know she only did those things because she is genuinely a caring, loving, fantastic person, I know it has helped make me the person I am today. So for that, Ms. Cheerleader Girl, thank you. ;)
She and her husband got married after college and were living what appeared to be a great life. Many months ago she started blogging about their struggles conceiving a child. They had tried for quite some time with no avail. It tugged at everyone’s heart strings to read about the struggles these genuinely great people were having. She and her husband announced that they had decided to adopt, a difficult decision, no doubt. Adoption doesn’t come without it’s struggles, especially foreign adoption, but through her blogs I could really tell she had opened her heart and would be the perfect mother to these two beautiful children she had fallen in love with. A bump in the road set them back a few months ago and their wait would be longer to bring home the children. Yesterday, after I had literally just been wondering how things were going and if they had made any progress, she posted a blog. Tears begin streaming down my face as I read that she is pregnant. I literally sit back with a huge smile on my face and say to myself “so amazing.” She and her husband will be welcoming three beautiful children in to their lives. I cannot imagine any two people more deserving of this fantastic blessing.
Congratulations Mark and Jayme.
I am thankful for bookmarks, I’m thankful for good things happening to great people, I’m thankful for struggles that make us strong, and I am thankful that everything happens for a reason.
Take a moment, and count your blessings.
Monday, August 22, 2011
The Anti-Bucket list
I've been reading a lot of blogs lately, tonight (approximately 12:15 a.m.) I stumbled upon a blog with "the anti bucket list". I am a girl who makes lists. To Do lists, To Don't lists, lists about lists, the whole nine. Of course I have an ever-expanding Bucket list but how are you supposed to know what you still want to do in life if you aren't sure what you definitely do NOT want to do. Brilliant. So, below I started my "anti-bucket list".
Things I Never Want to Do Again:
1-Work in a cubicle. That was 18 months of my life I will never get back. And I have spent the last 18 months of my life trying to forget the vast majority of those memories.
2-Waste energy trying to help people who won't even help themselves.
3-Listen to heavy metal music. I'm sure there is a time and a place for it. I'm just not sure when or where.
4-Travel to the states of Nebraska, Iowa, Oklahoma, or Ohio for pleasure. There isn't any.
5-Take a statistics class. I can find a practical application for most courses I took in college (even my Amish culture class) but I feel like all I did was find out how to distinguish a Japanese accent from a Korean one.
6-Feel guilty about my shopping addiction. I like clothes, I like shopping, I like looking nice.
7-Eat Coconut. Or Mushrooms.
8-Weigh over 200lbs.
I'll add more as I think of them. What is on your anti bucket list????
Things I Never Want to Do Again:
1-Work in a cubicle. That was 18 months of my life I will never get back. And I have spent the last 18 months of my life trying to forget the vast majority of those memories.
2-Waste energy trying to help people who won't even help themselves.
3-Listen to heavy metal music. I'm sure there is a time and a place for it. I'm just not sure when or where.
4-Travel to the states of Nebraska, Iowa, Oklahoma, or Ohio for pleasure. There isn't any.
5-Take a statistics class. I can find a practical application for most courses I took in college (even my Amish culture class) but I feel like all I did was find out how to distinguish a Japanese accent from a Korean one.
6-Feel guilty about my shopping addiction. I like clothes, I like shopping, I like looking nice.
7-Eat Coconut. Or Mushrooms.
8-Weigh over 200lbs.
I'll add more as I think of them. What is on your anti bucket list????
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Driving Miss- "I Don't Care About My Life"
Well, today's blog centers around people who do not use their brains.
People who drive with their left foot hanging out the window of the car. I saw three different people the other day doing this and I seriously cannot wrap my head around it. When you see car commercial, are the test dummies doing that? The answer is NO. The safety in cars these days is fantastic but if you put your foot up on your steering wheel and the airbag deployed you are LITERALLY going to be decapated by your own leg. This is unsafe for you and more importantly your passengers. Trust me. So, to the 30-something lady I saw with 3 kids in her mini-van. Get a Grip.
As a little update to my one, possibly two readers. I'm going to blog next week about my adventures in CHICAGO!!
People who drive with their left foot hanging out the window of the car. I saw three different people the other day doing this and I seriously cannot wrap my head around it. When you see car commercial, are the test dummies doing that? The answer is NO. The safety in cars these days is fantastic but if you put your foot up on your steering wheel and the airbag deployed you are LITERALLY going to be decapated by your own leg. This is unsafe for you and more importantly your passengers. Trust me. So, to the 30-something lady I saw with 3 kids in her mini-van. Get a Grip.
As a little update to my one, possibly two readers. I'm going to blog next week about my adventures in CHICAGO!!
Friday, May 13, 2011
Better to Be Thought a Fool...
When my brother and I were kids my dad was constantly threatening us within an inch of our lives to behave appropriately, act as he wanted us to act, etc. I'm fairly certin he was using the "fake it til you make it" approach to parenting most of the time because looking back I wonder what in the world could have possibly been going through his mind some times.
The one thing I remember he ALWAYS used to do when we were in public was turn to us an say "Abe Lincoln". He was referencing some quote that he claims was from Lincoln that goes something like this "It is better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and have proven so." In other words, he was telling us to keep our mouths shut. Whether this quote was really from Lincoln or not, I have no idea. But, I would say this is the one piece of advice that I took from my rather chaotic childhood and have applied it in many situations in my life.
PRIME example occured last night: I was minding my own business, enjoying an adult beverage at a bar, sitting next to a girl who was probably a little younger than I am. Up walks a, and I use the term loosely, man. He squeezes between us to order another beer and just so happens to lean over toward the girl who I later found out was named Jennifer. Of course I am totally annoyed by the Marlboro Reds (soft pack) that he was smoking no more than 1.2 inches from my face. I start to listen in to what he is saying to Jennifer and he leans in towards here and I can see his tatooed stomach sticking out from under his size XS white Hanes T-shirt and his studded belt with snoopy boxers pulled up the acceptable level above his jeans waist.
Studded belt man starts to ask all the typical questions that a creep such as himself does when he's trying to pick up on a girl and poor Jennifer (who has had one too many herself) says "oh, I'm in college, nursing." Captain Snoopy then replies "yeah, I skipped college. I'm the shift manager at Burger King. In today's day and age this experience is going to take me farther than college."
Let me keep this short and sweet-NO IT'S NOT.
I am 24 years old and have a job that someone at 44 would probably love to have. I am not saying it is not possible for someone to skip college and become exteremely successful. I know several handfulls of people who did that very thing. But college isn't all about the education. It's about learning how to socialize yourself outside of math class and 5th period study hall. It's about learning how to dress like an adult, it's about forcing yourself to do something that you think you will never ever need to know and then in 5 years you realize what that professor was talking about in that wreched statistics class and how it could possibly impact your life.
It's about learning how to keep your mouth shut, Mr BK. Please do not downgrade it.
The one thing I remember he ALWAYS used to do when we were in public was turn to us an say "Abe Lincoln". He was referencing some quote that he claims was from Lincoln that goes something like this "It is better to be thought a fool than to open your mouth and have proven so." In other words, he was telling us to keep our mouths shut. Whether this quote was really from Lincoln or not, I have no idea. But, I would say this is the one piece of advice that I took from my rather chaotic childhood and have applied it in many situations in my life.
PRIME example occured last night: I was minding my own business, enjoying an adult beverage at a bar, sitting next to a girl who was probably a little younger than I am. Up walks a, and I use the term loosely, man. He squeezes between us to order another beer and just so happens to lean over toward the girl who I later found out was named Jennifer. Of course I am totally annoyed by the Marlboro Reds (soft pack) that he was smoking no more than 1.2 inches from my face. I start to listen in to what he is saying to Jennifer and he leans in towards here and I can see his tatooed stomach sticking out from under his size XS white Hanes T-shirt and his studded belt with snoopy boxers pulled up the acceptable level above his jeans waist.
Studded belt man starts to ask all the typical questions that a creep such as himself does when he's trying to pick up on a girl and poor Jennifer (who has had one too many herself) says "oh, I'm in college, nursing." Captain Snoopy then replies "yeah, I skipped college. I'm the shift manager at Burger King. In today's day and age this experience is going to take me farther than college."
Let me keep this short and sweet-NO IT'S NOT.
I am 24 years old and have a job that someone at 44 would probably love to have. I am not saying it is not possible for someone to skip college and become exteremely successful. I know several handfulls of people who did that very thing. But college isn't all about the education. It's about learning how to socialize yourself outside of math class and 5th period study hall. It's about learning how to dress like an adult, it's about forcing yourself to do something that you think you will never ever need to know and then in 5 years you realize what that professor was talking about in that wreched statistics class and how it could possibly impact your life.
It's about learning how to keep your mouth shut, Mr BK. Please do not downgrade it.
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