I follow the blog of a woman who happens to be a new mom and a military wife and while I don't have kids, her posts are real, honest, and refreshing to read. She posts on things she believes once a week and I think it's a great idea, so I'm following suit. So here we go!
I believe...
... spending your entire Sunday watching movies and tv shows saved on the DVR is my favorite activity.
... cleaning house is good for the soul, but it should rarely be a priority.
... in having sweet and salty foods in the house at.all.times.
... I am the best version of myself when I'm around kids or animals. That includes a cattle auction.
... in crying. I'm a blubbering idiot when I cry so I tend to do it in private. I also believe in keeping sad movies around the house just so I can watch them and let it out while my husband does the grocery shopping.
... a house that smells like cookies can really lift your mood. Eating the dough because you're impatient can also have the same effect.
... spiders are the devil. Seriously, those eight legged monsters need to go.
... in making friends with those you do business with. I'm one of the crazy people who invited my car dealer to my wedding.
... in our soldiers. Former, current, and future soldiers - all of them. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all that you do. Don't freak out if i approach you in the airport and shake your hand.
... in days off. I used to not take breaks or vacations, and I'm regretting it. Mental health days are necessary.
... in Fall TV. Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice, The Office - my DVR is full!
... in quiet time with the husband.
What do you believe in today?
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Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
I believe...
... that music is one of the best things ever.
... that my husband has no idea how amazing he is.
... that my mom is going to beat this cancer. While I am stressed, tired, and overall a hot freaking mess, I believe, from the bottom of my heart, that my mom will get through all of this and come out an even stronger person.
... that Alex Smith will be the death of me. I called it 6 years ago people, he can't hack it.
... that a long drive down a country road should be a weekly occurance.
... that I am a homemaker at heart. While I hate doing chores, I find myself wanting to be home all day and attempting to cook for my husband. And, you know, not make him sick.
... that Facebook is overrated. For real.
... baby powder might be my favorite smell ever.
... hot flashes are evil. And embarrassing.
... I would forget half of my favorite memories if I didn't have photographs to prove that they happened. Maybe that's why I want to be a photographer.
... life would be so sweet if the work week was only 4 days long. Heck, let's make it 3.
What do you believe today?
... that my husband has no idea how amazing he is.
... that my mom is going to beat this cancer. While I am stressed, tired, and overall a hot freaking mess, I believe, from the bottom of my heart, that my mom will get through all of this and come out an even stronger person.
... that Alex Smith will be the death of me. I called it 6 years ago people, he can't hack it.
... that a long drive down a country road should be a weekly occurance.
... that I am a homemaker at heart. While I hate doing chores, I find myself wanting to be home all day and attempting to cook for my husband. And, you know, not make him sick.
... that Facebook is overrated. For real.
... baby powder might be my favorite smell ever.
... hot flashes are evil. And embarrassing.
... I would forget half of my favorite memories if I didn't have photographs to prove that they happened. Maybe that's why I want to be a photographer.
... life would be so sweet if the work week was only 4 days long. Heck, let's make it 3.
What do you believe today?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Guster
Nothing much to post except a picture that I took of Gus, one of my mother-in-law's three yellow labs. So cute!
Happy Sunday everyone!
Happy Sunday everyone!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Bicycle Poker Run
After a long three days of work, Matt and I were driving home when he asks, "have you ever heard of a bicycle poker run?".
My first instinct was "modified triathalon with poker instead of swimming?".
Matt goes on to say, "no, it's where... wait... what?!"
Me: "Whatever your answer is, mine is so much cooler. And you know it."
Matt: "It totally is! I saw a flier about how they're having this bicycle poker run where people take a 20 mile bike ride in Lodi to a bunch of different wineries where they pick up a single playing card at each station. At the end of the 20 miles, you have to put together your cards to make your best poker hand and whoever has the best hand wins prizes."
Me: "Wow, that's pretty cool. Wouldn't it be awesome if they had a bicycle poker run where you bike for 20 miles, then play poker all night, and then run in the morning and the person still awake with the best time and the most amount of chips wins?".
Matt: "Yes, yes it would be."
My first instinct was "modified triathalon with poker instead of swimming?".
Matt goes on to say, "no, it's where... wait... what?!"
Me: "Whatever your answer is, mine is so much cooler. And you know it."
Matt: "It totally is! I saw a flier about how they're having this bicycle poker run where people take a 20 mile bike ride in Lodi to a bunch of different wineries where they pick up a single playing card at each station. At the end of the 20 miles, you have to put together your cards to make your best poker hand and whoever has the best hand wins prizes."
Me: "Wow, that's pretty cool. Wouldn't it be awesome if they had a bicycle poker run where you bike for 20 miles, then play poker all night, and then run in the morning and the person still awake with the best time and the most amount of chips wins?".
Matt: "Yes, yes it would be."
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Worried
I've had a headache for a couple of days now, probably close to a week. It's not a sinus headache like I'm used to, it's one that goes along the top of my head, where a headband would go.
Do boys get headband references?
Anyway, Matt is worried about me. I'm pretty sure they're stress headaches, but I got them even on my two days of bereavement. Not looking forward to work tomorrow.
My puppy is so lovable this week, such a sweet boy. I just love it when he's not tearing up the house.
Happy Tuesday everyone.
Do boys get headband references?
Anyway, Matt is worried about me. I'm pretty sure they're stress headaches, but I got them even on my two days of bereavement. Not looking forward to work tomorrow.
My puppy is so lovable this week, such a sweet boy. I just love it when he's not tearing up the house.
Happy Tuesday everyone.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Random Sunday
I really have nothing exciting to post today. The 49ers totally let me down with a horrible loss to the Sea Hawks.
We did watch "Did You Hear About the Morgans?" though, with Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant. When the previews started showing on TV I thought it looked somewhat funny but we never got to see it in the theatre. I was browsing the one movie channel we have left for any new movies and found it so I set it to record. It's actually not bad! At almost a 2 hour movie I was pretty entertained through most of it. Saved it on the DVR, if that means anything to you.
That's about it. Hope you had a good weekend!
We did watch "Did You Hear About the Morgans?" though, with Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant. When the previews started showing on TV I thought it looked somewhat funny but we never got to see it in the theatre. I was browsing the one movie channel we have left for any new movies and found it so I set it to record. It's actually not bad! At almost a 2 hour movie I was pretty entertained through most of it. Saved it on the DVR, if that means anything to you.
That's about it. Hope you had a good weekend!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Never Forget
I know everyone is posting about this today, but it's something that is important to me and I want to remember how it felt 9 years ago, and how it still feels today.
Everyone probably remembers where they were the moment they found out about the World Trade Center. Nine years ago I was a junior in high school, completely oblivious to the world outside Dublin, California. The morning of Tuesday 9/11/2001 I did not watch the news before going to school as I know many of my classmates did. I went about my morning as I usually did and sat my butt down in Ms. Tama's U.S. History class. I don't remember what time it was, but I remember Ms. Tama coming in and immediately turning on the massive TV in her classroom so we could watch the news. I sat there completely humbled by the images - I didn't know what was going on or the story behind it. All I knew was that a plane flew into a building in New York. I found it fitting that in a class where I would learn about U.S. history, I was sitting there watching history being made right before my eyes.
We obviously couldn't watch tv all day, but most teachers allowed the television to be on for a few minutes each class period. This is probably the worst thing that will happen in my lifetime, and I certainly will never forget how it looked, how it felt, and how my heart sank when I found out that the world can be a scary place.
I'm not a very political person, and while I do certainly have my opinions on every.little.thing. I am not very informed on many things. One thing I can tell you is that I support the troops. I have donated, I have adopted two soldiers and sent them packages and letters through their stay overseas - one in Afghanistan and one in Baghdad. I have created photo collages that I keep with me, I have saved newspapers from 9/11/2001, and for a while I had a yellow ribbon magnet on my car. My cousin is a Marine and he did serve a tour overseas and, thankfully, came home unharmed. I support the troops with my whole heart.
I will never forget September 11th.
Everyone probably remembers where they were the moment they found out about the World Trade Center. Nine years ago I was a junior in high school, completely oblivious to the world outside Dublin, California. The morning of Tuesday 9/11/2001 I did not watch the news before going to school as I know many of my classmates did. I went about my morning as I usually did and sat my butt down in Ms. Tama's U.S. History class. I don't remember what time it was, but I remember Ms. Tama coming in and immediately turning on the massive TV in her classroom so we could watch the news. I sat there completely humbled by the images - I didn't know what was going on or the story behind it. All I knew was that a plane flew into a building in New York. I found it fitting that in a class where I would learn about U.S. history, I was sitting there watching history being made right before my eyes.
We obviously couldn't watch tv all day, but most teachers allowed the television to be on for a few minutes each class period. This is probably the worst thing that will happen in my lifetime, and I certainly will never forget how it looked, how it felt, and how my heart sank when I found out that the world can be a scary place.
I'm not a very political person, and while I do certainly have my opinions on every.little.thing. I am not very informed on many things. One thing I can tell you is that I support the troops. I have donated, I have adopted two soldiers and sent them packages and letters through their stay overseas - one in Afghanistan and one in Baghdad. I have created photo collages that I keep with me, I have saved newspapers from 9/11/2001, and for a while I had a yellow ribbon magnet on my car. My cousin is a Marine and he did serve a tour overseas and, thankfully, came home unharmed. I support the troops with my whole heart.
I will never forget September 11th.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Cancer can suck it
Do you watch Kathy Griffin's show "My Life on the D List"?
No?
Crap, then you won't understand the title. Not that it's difficult or super intellectual, but it is one of Kathy's favorite sayings. I don't use it often, but seriously? Cancer can suck it.
Tonight Matt and I watched the very end of the Stand Up to Cancer telethon. Honestly, it was by accident. We got home from our delayed date night, went for a quick walk around the block (nothing like a 10 minute walk to hypothetically burn off the calories from two pieces of pizza) and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels and found the telethon and for some reason couldn't let go.
I've had my breakdowns about my mom's cancer. I've totally freaked out every time my dad would call or text me asking if I had talked to my mom because I feared he was going to tell me that she wasn't doing well and I should talk to her as much as possible. I've been there. I am there. Cancer sucks. And while I have basically no disposable income, I did donate a little bit of money tonight.
And you should too.
You know, if you can.
You don't have to. I'm just saying.
It would be nice.
You know?
https://www.standup2cancer.org/Default.aspx
SUCK IT, CANCER.
Love you, mom!
No?
Crap, then you won't understand the title. Not that it's difficult or super intellectual, but it is one of Kathy's favorite sayings. I don't use it often, but seriously? Cancer can suck it.
Tonight Matt and I watched the very end of the Stand Up to Cancer telethon. Honestly, it was by accident. We got home from our delayed date night, went for a quick walk around the block (nothing like a 10 minute walk to hypothetically burn off the calories from two pieces of pizza) and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels and found the telethon and for some reason couldn't let go.
I've had my breakdowns about my mom's cancer. I've totally freaked out every time my dad would call or text me asking if I had talked to my mom because I feared he was going to tell me that she wasn't doing well and I should talk to her as much as possible. I've been there. I am there. Cancer sucks. And while I have basically no disposable income, I did donate a little bit of money tonight.
And you should too.
You know, if you can.
You don't have to. I'm just saying.
It would be nice.
You know?
https://www.standup2cancer.org/Default.aspx
SUCK IT, CANCER.
Love you, mom!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Grandpa Konrath
I know it seems like I'm going a little overboard by posting twice in the same day, but I have some sad news and I'd rather post it today while it's still fresh in my mind.
My grandpa Konrath, my dad's step dad, has been ill for a very long time. Probably longer than I've realized. He always seemed like he wasn't going to make it through the next year but somehow he held on all this time. When my grandma, his wife, passed away very suddenly last October, I got even more worried about him. He didn't want to go into assisted living, but he also had a huge house all to himself that he didn't know what to do with. He was so used to his routine with my grandma that I waited until the day he seemed lost.
That day never came.
My grandpa is a beautiful, playful, intelligent man full of personality and life. He has been hard of hearing and wore a hearing aid most of the time I've been alive, yet he never got upset if he couldn't hear someone and when he could, he was often laughing and joking with anyone who would listen. I'm sad to say that while I made these observations, I never got to know him very well. While he loved to talk it was usually about news, politics, and stocks... three things I generally don't have much interest in. But I loved the way he talked and it was always fun hearing him laugh.
My grandpa, only a month after his 91st birthday, passed away this evening. He had been in the hospital for over a week treating a bronchitis that wouldn't go away. It obviously took its toll on him as he decided earlier this week that he was tired of fighting. He was tired of medicine. He was just plain tired. And I can't blame him. Wednesday my dad went to visit with him at the hospital and met with Hospice who granted his wish to be sent home. He wasn't hooked up to machines and medicines in a stuffy hospital room all alone, and luckily he had people in the house with him and my dad had just left his house and was able to turn back. I am extremely grateful that he didn't have to suffer long and that he went peacefully.
Rest in peace, dear Grandpa. You lived a long, wonderful life filed with travel, love, and laughter and I am a better person for having known you.
My grandpa Konrath, my dad's step dad, has been ill for a very long time. Probably longer than I've realized. He always seemed like he wasn't going to make it through the next year but somehow he held on all this time. When my grandma, his wife, passed away very suddenly last October, I got even more worried about him. He didn't want to go into assisted living, but he also had a huge house all to himself that he didn't know what to do with. He was so used to his routine with my grandma that I waited until the day he seemed lost.
That day never came.
My grandpa is a beautiful, playful, intelligent man full of personality and life. He has been hard of hearing and wore a hearing aid most of the time I've been alive, yet he never got upset if he couldn't hear someone and when he could, he was often laughing and joking with anyone who would listen. I'm sad to say that while I made these observations, I never got to know him very well. While he loved to talk it was usually about news, politics, and stocks... three things I generally don't have much interest in. But I loved the way he talked and it was always fun hearing him laugh.
My grandpa, only a month after his 91st birthday, passed away this evening. He had been in the hospital for over a week treating a bronchitis that wouldn't go away. It obviously took its toll on him as he decided earlier this week that he was tired of fighting. He was tired of medicine. He was just plain tired. And I can't blame him. Wednesday my dad went to visit with him at the hospital and met with Hospice who granted his wish to be sent home. He wasn't hooked up to machines and medicines in a stuffy hospital room all alone, and luckily he had people in the house with him and my dad had just left his house and was able to turn back. I am extremely grateful that he didn't have to suffer long and that he went peacefully.
Rest in peace, dear Grandpa. You lived a long, wonderful life filed with travel, love, and laughter and I am a better person for having known you.
Wedding photo courtesy of Stout Photography
I'm with Doug
Did I just say that?
Anyway...
I never had any intention of writing a blog for other people. I'm a crappy writer and I don't expect anyone to understand, or even notice, my dry sense of humor or my sarcastic way of speaking. I blog for me, is what I'm trying to say.
My last post was merely a request for suggestions. I have no intentions of running a thousand blogs and unfortunately I have some ideas of topics to post on. If you know me pretty well you might actually know that I have three blogs that I'm working on right now. One is completely private, don't feel bad if you don't have access because it's really not anything more than a log of ideas right now.
I'm already off track here. It's been too long since I've really blogged consistently. I will keep this blog until my other ideas actually become something real and then I will have one or maybe two blogs to keep track of. That is all.
I do want to try this 30 day challenge though. There are so many days where I think "I would love to write about that" and just never do. Laziness is mostly to blame but multiple trips home to be with my mom, hubby's mom, and taking care of my boys at home also attributed to my lack of posting. I don't want it to be work, and as soon as it begins to feel like work I will likely take a break and come back when I get inspiration to do so, but I don't blog for you. I blog for me.
*secret friendship handshake*
Anyway...
I never had any intention of writing a blog for other people. I'm a crappy writer and I don't expect anyone to understand, or even notice, my dry sense of humor or my sarcastic way of speaking. I blog for me, is what I'm trying to say.
My last post was merely a request for suggestions. I have no intentions of running a thousand blogs and unfortunately I have some ideas of topics to post on. If you know me pretty well you might actually know that I have three blogs that I'm working on right now. One is completely private, don't feel bad if you don't have access because it's really not anything more than a log of ideas right now.
I'm already off track here. It's been too long since I've really blogged consistently. I will keep this blog until my other ideas actually become something real and then I will have one or maybe two blogs to keep track of. That is all.
I do want to try this 30 day challenge though. There are so many days where I think "I would love to write about that" and just never do. Laziness is mostly to blame but multiple trips home to be with my mom, hubby's mom, and taking care of my boys at home also attributed to my lack of posting. I don't want it to be work, and as soon as it begins to feel like work I will likely take a break and come back when I get inspiration to do so, but I don't blog for you. I blog for me.
*secret friendship handshake*
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Decisions, decisions
I have this crazy thought in my head that I want to write. I am a HORRIBLE writer, if you can't tell by my previous posts. I'm sarcastic, which is a hard tone to write into a blog, and I like to take pictures. Lately I haven't had time to write or take pictures, but I want to. I really really want to.
I would also like to start fresh with a new blog. Partly because the URL to this one is caminophotography.blogspot.com which doesn't make any sense. Matt and I named my oh-so-hypothetical photography business "On Deck Photography" that had it's own blog (and still does, just need to tweak it but I haven't had time to do that either!!), so I feel like it's not right. Stupid, I know. But I can't let it go. I'd like the opportunity to write every day or at least 5 days a week.
I found this link in one of the baby blogs that I follow, and I think it's a good concept. Writing every day is unrealistic for me, especially since I like to add at least one picture in every post, but I think I could do 5 days a week.
So what do you think, start over with a new blog? Or try to revamp this one?
Anyone? Bueller?
I would also like to start fresh with a new blog. Partly because the URL to this one is caminophotography.blogspot.com which doesn't make any sense. Matt and I named my oh-so-hypothetical photography business "On Deck Photography" that had it's own blog (and still does, just need to tweak it but I haven't had time to do that either!!), so I feel like it's not right. Stupid, I know. But I can't let it go. I'd like the opportunity to write every day or at least 5 days a week.
I found this link in one of the baby blogs that I follow, and I think it's a good concept. Writing every day is unrealistic for me, especially since I like to add at least one picture in every post, but I think I could do 5 days a week.
So what do you think, start over with a new blog? Or try to revamp this one?
Anyone? Bueller?
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