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Saturday, 31 July 2010
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
I am having a Carrie Bradshaw moment.
With every Bridal Shower, Bachelorette, Wedding, and Baby Shower invite that I receive, I grow a little more envious of the people that are on the receiving end of all of these goods. What if I want some new plates? Some new wine glasses? A new comforter? Some new towels?
I may or may not have just registered for some things in my mind.
Here they are...
Anthropologie
Ikea
Target
Shop as you wish. :)
With every Bridal Shower, Bachelorette, Wedding, and Baby Shower invite that I receive, I grow a little more envious of the people that are on the receiving end of all of these goods. What if I want some new plates? Some new wine glasses? A new comforter? Some new towels?
I may or may not have just registered for some things in my mind.
Here they are...
Anthropologie
Ikea
Target
Shop as you wish. :)
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
In May, I had the honor of celebrating two of my dearest friends.
One, graduated from Arizona State University.The other, turned 30!
I had made plans in March to fly to Arizona to help Katelynn celebrate graduating from ASU. She worked so hard and it all paid off. I couldn't miss this milestone! With April-August being our busy time at work, I wasn't going to be able to make it to the actual ceremony, but would fly out the day of the party and spend a good 30 hours in Arizona.
Some last minute changes in the work schedule made it possible for me to be there for the actual ceremony. I changed by ticket and worked with Kate's mom on the surprise. The whole week, and even the morning of the Graduation, I was texting with Kate as if I was missing her big day and wouldn't be in until Saturday. Little did she know, I was on the first flight that morning, and was in town in time to make it to her ceremony.When Kate looked up at her family, there I was waving. It took me sending her a text with SURPRISE, but when she saw it, her face said it all.
I LOVE surprising my friends. I am bad at keeping things a surprise, so I felt very proud that it worked.
Here are some pics from that weekend...
It was honor to celebrate this milestone in Katelynn's life. CONGRATS BUG! :)
Two weeks later, I was on my way to Vegas. (I luv me some Southwest Airlines)
This time, I was on my way there to celebrate Rene's Dirty Thirty.
8 ladies made their way to Vegas from LA, Orange County, San Diego, Nashville, and Virginia. We all love us some Rene. If you know her, you know why we love her. She is a riot. Her laugh fills a room. She an encourager like no other. She is real. You want to know her. Trust me.We spent time in the Lazy River, got some sun by the pool, danced in the hotel room, saw a Cirque du Soleil show, hung out with Cab Drivers, and just enjoyed Sin City.
Celebrating Rene's Dirty Thirty was a weekend to remember, full of laughter and joy. It was an honor.
Here are some pics from that weekend...
One, graduated from Arizona State University.The other, turned 30!
I had made plans in March to fly to Arizona to help Katelynn celebrate graduating from ASU. She worked so hard and it all paid off. I couldn't miss this milestone! With April-August being our busy time at work, I wasn't going to be able to make it to the actual ceremony, but would fly out the day of the party and spend a good 30 hours in Arizona.
Some last minute changes in the work schedule made it possible for me to be there for the actual ceremony. I changed by ticket and worked with Kate's mom on the surprise. The whole week, and even the morning of the Graduation, I was texting with Kate as if I was missing her big day and wouldn't be in until Saturday. Little did she know, I was on the first flight that morning, and was in town in time to make it to her ceremony.When Kate looked up at her family, there I was waving. It took me sending her a text with SURPRISE, but when she saw it, her face said it all.
I LOVE surprising my friends. I am bad at keeping things a surprise, so I felt very proud that it worked.
Here are some pics from that weekend...
It was honor to celebrate this milestone in Katelynn's life. CONGRATS BUG! :)Two weeks later, I was on my way to Vegas. (I luv me some Southwest Airlines)
This time, I was on my way there to celebrate Rene's Dirty Thirty.
8 ladies made their way to Vegas from LA, Orange County, San Diego, Nashville, and Virginia. We all love us some Rene. If you know her, you know why we love her. She is a riot. Her laugh fills a room. She an encourager like no other. She is real. You want to know her. Trust me.We spent time in the Lazy River, got some sun by the pool, danced in the hotel room, saw a Cirque du Soleil show, hung out with Cab Drivers, and just enjoyed Sin City.
Celebrating Rene's Dirty Thirty was a weekend to remember, full of laughter and joy. It was an honor.
Here are some pics from that weekend...
In the past three days, two people have said the exact same thing to me.
They both said, "I love how you enjoy the simple pleasures."
It's true.
Today, it is:
The AMAZING new cup that Kira got for me. (THANKS KIRA!!!)
The oldies but goodies that are gracing my iPod's shuffle mode.
My Leucadia poster that brightens my dark cubicle. (You can buy a limited edition one too...)
Planning Fantasy Football.
I have A LOT to be thankful for.
What are some of your simple pleasures today?
They both said, "I love how you enjoy the simple pleasures."
It's true.
Today, it is:
The AMAZING new cup that Kira got for me. (THANKS KIRA!!!)
The oldies but goodies that are gracing my iPod's shuffle mode.
My Leucadia poster that brightens my dark cubicle. (You can buy a limited edition one too...)
Planning Fantasy Football.
I have A LOT to be thankful for.
What are some of your simple pleasures today?
Monday, 26 July 2010
I love me a good manicure.
Who doesn't?
I DON'T love when I get a manicure and screw it up by putting my seat belt on or by zipping up my pants. I hate that it chips off after two days. Often times, I will paint my own nails, so I don't feel like I am wasting money on something that will just last a day.
My friend Alex recently blogged about a UV Manicure. I was intrigued by all that she wrote. A manicure that lasts 14 days?! YEAH RIGHT. The only manicure that lasts 14 days is an acrylic or gel manicure... and I am just not into it.
My dear friend (and spin instructor) Amy, is also an INCREDIBLE manicurist. She is the real deal. When she does your nails, she DOES your nails. You haven't had a pedicure until you have had one by Amy. I'm not kidding.
On Friday, July 16th, I made an appointment for a special that Amy and Kat are running for the month of July. Haircut, Manicure, and Pedicure for $70. All of that for $70!!! I started with my normal Pedi, letting Amy pick whatever color she wanted. When I was getting my pedicure, I asked Amy about this "UV Manicure" and she told me all about it and that she does it. I was in heaven.
Amy did the Shellac on my nails. I am a true believer. Never going back to regular polish!
Since getting my nails done 11 days ago, I have been on 4 airplanes, at a Water Park for 4 days, have worked with boxes and stacks of paper, and have done countless other tasks that would generally ruin my nails. They still look FRESH. Here is the proof...
Look at how shiny it is!!!
You HAVE to try this. It is such a great deal. $30 for the best manicure you'll ever have, and it lasts for 14 Days.
Go see Amy at the Jean Claude Salon in Hillcrest. Tell her I sent you. :)
Amy @ Jean Claude Salon
3594 5th Ave.
San Diego, CA 92103
619-733-7458
idonails92107@yahoo.com
Who doesn't?
I DON'T love when I get a manicure and screw it up by putting my seat belt on or by zipping up my pants. I hate that it chips off after two days. Often times, I will paint my own nails, so I don't feel like I am wasting money on something that will just last a day.
My friend Alex recently blogged about a UV Manicure. I was intrigued by all that she wrote. A manicure that lasts 14 days?! YEAH RIGHT. The only manicure that lasts 14 days is an acrylic or gel manicure... and I am just not into it.
My dear friend (and spin instructor) Amy, is also an INCREDIBLE manicurist. She is the real deal. When she does your nails, she DOES your nails. You haven't had a pedicure until you have had one by Amy. I'm not kidding.
On Friday, July 16th, I made an appointment for a special that Amy and Kat are running for the month of July. Haircut, Manicure, and Pedicure for $70. All of that for $70!!! I started with my normal Pedi, letting Amy pick whatever color she wanted. When I was getting my pedicure, I asked Amy about this "UV Manicure" and she told me all about it and that she does it. I was in heaven.
Amy did the Shellac on my nails. I am a true believer. Never going back to regular polish!
Since getting my nails done 11 days ago, I have been on 4 airplanes, at a Water Park for 4 days, have worked with boxes and stacks of paper, and have done countless other tasks that would generally ruin my nails. They still look FRESH. Here is the proof...
Look at how shiny it is!!!You HAVE to try this. It is such a great deal. $30 for the best manicure you'll ever have, and it lasts for 14 Days.
Go see Amy at the Jean Claude Salon in Hillcrest. Tell her I sent you. :)
Amy @ Jean Claude Salon
3594 5th Ave.
San Diego, CA 92103
619-733-7458
idonails92107@yahoo.com
Thursday, 15 July 2010
On March 14, 2008, Ben Hedberg took his last breath and went Home. Ben only lived 18 years on this earth, but his legacy of life and love will live on forever.
Ben lived and loved well. In a lot of ways, Ben was “home” to countless people. I believe that Ben had a gift of being able to see past the exterior of a person. He, often times without knowing it, was able to dig into the soul of a person and make them feel loved. Ben was gentle and kind and peaceful. I want to live a story like Ben.
Ben died of a rare Brain Tumor at the age of 18. While Ben was in the hospital for numerous tests, procedures and surgeries, his room was always full. His cup was overflowing. The hospital staff couldn’t help but notice that Ben’s room was always overflowing with people of all ages, coming to hang out with Ben or his family. When Ben passed, his obituary and memorial sang this same song. The eulogy that was read, the songs that were sung, and the words that were spoken were great and grand but barely scratched the surface of who Ben was. I want to live a story like Ben.
I want to love freely. I want to travel the world. I want to be fearless, even in the depths of my despair. I want to look my Goliath square in the eye and fight with all I have within me, without the debilitating fear of failure. I want to search after the One that created me, running hard and fast after Him. I want to dance and sing without a care in the world. I want to love people, really love them. I want to dream without limits and take chances without hesitation. I want to live a story like Ben.
Ben was fearless. Though Ben was young, I looked up to him and was inspired by his outlook on life. Ben gave to the wind his fears. Ben lived and loved with reckless abandonment. I think we can all learn a thing or two from the life that Ben lived. I want to live like Ben.
March of 2008 was interesting. I was living in Arizona, but traveled back to San Diego as often as I could. I made plans to return for my birthday, somewhat of a one last spring break (even though I had already graduated from college in December). I planned on seeing Ben, going to The Ellen Show, hitting up Disneyland with friends, and just enjoying all that home had to offer. Here is where the conflict sets in.
I flew home, excited about what the four days would offer. Wednesday night, we hit up The Family Bar for some Karaoke and bar food. We laughed and just celebrated life. The next day, we woke up early to head to The Ellen Show. My mom, my pseudo mom, my dear friend, and I, we drove up to LA, excited about shaking what our mamas gave us. Little did we know this taping would be even more exciting than we had imagined.
After standing in the “stand-by” line for a couple of hours, we were ushered into another waiting area. Shortly after going through security, I was asked by someone with a radio to step to the side. I told the lady that I had already been checked by security. Truth be told, I was annoyed. She laughed and said that she wanted to interview me. Let me preface this with a few things.
1. I am a pretty animated person. I like attention. I like to make people laugh. I am a ham.
2. I am a charmer. I am. I can turn on the charm with the best of them.
3. On this particular day, neither one of these characteristics were present. I was hot, tired of waiting, and I was worried about Ben.
Back to the story…
As soon as I pulled to the side, I turned on the charm. I flashed my pearly whites; I did my best to force a twinkle in my eye. I did my thing. Slowly, the group of thirty dwindled down and down and down. Next thing I know, there are 5 of us left, and they explain to us that two of us will get picked to play a game. I knew that I had it in the bag. I just knew it. I had never won anything, or had even been picked to play, before this. But, I just knew it.
Near the end of the taping, after shaking and sweating, it came time for the game. Ellen couldn’t even get out my whole name before I was jumping up and down like a buffoon, making my way down to the stage. I think I scared Minnie Driver with my exaggerated movements. I couldn’t believe it. A wall-flower, who is often over-looked and forgotten, was picked.
Rather than tell you the story of what happens, here is a link to the video…
I hope you enjoyed my lunges. I was simply working on my fitness while at The Ellen Show.
I was on cloud nine. I couldn’t contain myself. I was in absolute shock. My dream has been to travel the world. Unfortunately, a pile of school debt, a minimum wage job, and everyday life, has prevented me from going to a lot of places. Finally, it was MY turn. I was the one who would get to come back with the stories, pictures, and memories. I was on top of the world.
We drove back to San Diego, only to drive back to Disneyland the next morning, on my actual birthday. Eight of us headed up to celebrate at The Happiest Place on Earth. We skipped and danced our way to rides and shows. We ate chocolate covered bananas, churros, and Mickey shaped ice cream. We made our way to California Adventure to see Aladdin and ride the roller coaster. While we were walking, we got the call we had all been dreading. Ben had died.
In an instant, I went from being on cloud nine to being slapped with reality. At that moment, Ireland didn’t matter, Disneyland was no longer The Happiest Place on Earth, and I fell to my knees and cried out to God. I can’t put into words how my heart ached.
Fast forward to June…
I finally picked someone to take with me to Ireland. You would think that it would be easy to find someone to take on a free trip. Um yeah, it isn’t. It was one of those moments when I wished I was married, simply so I could have someone to take with me, without having to ask.
We boarded our plane to London, where we would spend 3 days, before heading to Dublin for our Irish adventure. The plane ride was fun and exciting; it was surreal to be flying over the Atlantic. We arrived at Heathrow Airport, changed clothes and got on the tube. We made our way to Hyde Park and headed to our hotel. We checked in, put our packs down, and left for some quality time in the park.
Everything was beautiful. The buildings were rich with history. The people were fashionable and kind. The accents were fun to listen to. Everything was great, until I tried to sleep.
I woke up to, what I now know, was a panic attack. I thought I was going to die. After hours and hours of deep irrational fear, I tried to breathe and calm down and enjoy my time. Nothing worked. At the end of my rope, I called my friend’s parents who happen to live outside of London. They came to get us from our hotel. The next 2 days would be spent in their house. I felt like a prisoner in my own body.
The day came when we would get on the plane to head to Dublin. I made one of the hardest decisions I have ever had to make. Instead of getting on the plane to go to Dublin, on the free trip from Ellen, we got on a plane back to San Diego.
The next few months were interesting and awful. I chased dreams, and fear and anxiety kept me from doing quite a few things, including chasing hard after those dreams. I got to London and turned around. I got halfway to Nashville, when moving for a job, and turned around. I want to be fearless.
I want to go to Dublin. I want to kiss the Blarney Stone, go to the top of the Guinness Factory, walk through the streets of Dublin, go into the pubs and listen to the music and people. I want to go to one of Ben’s favorite places and spread his ashes. I want to take him back there. I want to experience life like Ben.
I want to live a better story.
After reading and re-reading and re-reading A Million Miles in a Thousand Years I was uncomfortable. I was restless and antsy; I wanted to go and do and be. The stories of Bob Goff inspired me to remember, even the things that I don’t want to remember. I can only pray that I would be half the woman and wife that Janice was, and that I would have a husband that is half the man that Jim is. Spin classes at the gym look a lot different when thinking about people who have ridden their bike across the United States. I was inspired to move beyond myself to live a better story. I was inspired to go and do and be. I believe that this conference will do the same and more.
It goes without saying that the past two and a half years have been hell for Ben’s family. There are no words to describe the pain and hurt and void that have been their reality. It goes against nature for a parent to have to bury their child. As much as I would be honored to attend the Living a Better Story Conference, I would be most honored to attend with Ben’s mom, Debbie, by my side. We have journeyed life together through many mountaintops and valleys. We have laughed and cried, wept and rejoiced, with and for one another. Everyday, we continue to try to live a better story, cheering for each other along the way and picking one another up when we fall down or simply can’t get out of bed in the morning.
I want to live a better story.
Debbie wants to live a better story.
We want to do this for our Creator.
We want to do this for ourselves.
We want to do this for Ben.
Living a Better Story Seminar from All Things Converge Podcast on Vimeo.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
As I mentioned a few posts ago, I have always wanted to have a talk show. I know, it is crazy and will probably never happen. I don't care. It is my dream.
My dear friend Alex, who is AMAZING, posted a comment on the blog saying that I should do little videos on my blog. The scary thing is, I had thought that while in the shower the night before.
So, here we are.
Webisode One.
I hope you like it.
My dear friend Alex, who is AMAZING, posted a comment on the blog saying that I should do little videos on my blog. The scary thing is, I had thought that while in the shower the night before.
So, here we are.
Webisode One.
I hope you like it.
Monday, 12 July 2010
I have spent some time in LA recently... it is growing on me.
I don't want to live there, but I like that it isn't far away.
Hollywood Bowl, Lakers Game, Glee LIVE...
LA. :)
The Eagles at The Hollywood Bowl
Game One of Round One of the 2010 Playoffs!
LAKERS WIN!!!!
Sue Sylvester :)
Finn.
THANKS KIRA, for getting the tickets to Glee Live.
THANKS ANGIE, for getting us the Guest Passes and spending so much time with us, even though you were so busy. :)
I don't want to live there, but I like that it isn't far away.
Hollywood Bowl, Lakers Game, Glee LIVE...
LA. :)
The Eagles at The Hollywood Bowl
Game One of Round One of the 2010 Playoffs!
LAKERS WIN!!!!
Sue Sylvester :)
Finn.
THANKS KIRA, for getting the tickets to Glee Live.
THANKS ANGIE, for getting us the Guest Passes and spending so much time with us, even though you were so busy. :)
Taste at The Cove
I am honored to be part of the team for this great event that takes place in San Diego every year. The event raises funds for the San Diego Sports Medicine Foundation which is a really great foundation serving child athletes in the San Diego area.
The event will take place on Wednesday, September 1, 2010, at La Jolla Cove. This year, the honoree is Rodney Harrison, who has played for both the CHARGERS and the patriots. There will be amazing food, drinks galore, fashion shows, a silent auction, and a live auction.
The event SELLS OUT, every year.
To say the least, you should come. :)
I am honored to be part of the team for this great event that takes place in San Diego every year. The event raises funds for the San Diego Sports Medicine Foundation which is a really great foundation serving child athletes in the San Diego area.
The event will take place on Wednesday, September 1, 2010, at La Jolla Cove. This year, the honoree is Rodney Harrison, who has played for both the CHARGERS and the patriots. There will be amazing food, drinks galore, fashion shows, a silent auction, and a live auction.
The event SELLS OUT, every year.
To say the least, you should come. :)
If you're anything like me, you love music.
More than my love for music, I LOVE live music. The only thing better than live music is live music at an amazing venue.
My favorite venue of all time has got to be The Ryman in Nashville. If EVER get the opportunity to see a show there, go. I got to see Carrie Underwood and Rascal Flatts perform for a taping of the Grand Ole Opry, and it was just as good as it sounds. So freaking good.
Recently, I got to go to another historic venue... The Hollywood Bowl. There is something magical about this venue. Maybe it is the history, maybe it is the scenic views, or maybe it is just the venue itself.
What are some of your favorite venues?
More than my love for music, I LOVE live music. The only thing better than live music is live music at an amazing venue.
My favorite venue of all time has got to be The Ryman in Nashville. If EVER get the opportunity to see a show there, go. I got to see Carrie Underwood and Rascal Flatts perform for a taping of the Grand Ole Opry, and it was just as good as it sounds. So freaking good.
Recently, I got to go to another historic venue... The Hollywood Bowl. There is something magical about this venue. Maybe it is the history, maybe it is the scenic views, or maybe it is just the venue itself.
What are some of your favorite venues?
Sunday, 11 July 2010
The title of this blog speaks to who I am and where I am at in life.
I am a dreamer. In that, I dream big. Right now, I am dreaming big while stuck in reality. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It is just reality.
Last night, a friend asked me what I want to do. That question always makes me a little uncomfortable and is something that I really have to think about. I don't think I will ever be a career woman in the sense of a 9-5 that I called work for 30 years. It just isn't me.
My biggest dream, would be to have a talk-show. I love people. I love to talk. I am pretty funny. More than all of that I am pretty dang real. I would love to talk about real life, with real people, and just bring a little bit of joy to this world.
I would love to be on the road doing production on tours. I would love to dream up experiences and events and make them happen. I would love to work for The Chargers.
I want to go to NYC, Chicago, Boston, Niagara Falls, Alaska, England, Ireland, Prague, Germany, Santorini, Africa, Australia, Fiji, Hawaii, and so many other places.
I want to write a book about life.
I can't wait to meet my husband, get engaged and have the showers and bachelorette parties be for ME. I am excited to try on dresses until I find THE ONE. I want to have a huge wedding with a reception that goes for hours and hours.
I want to stand side-stage at an event, that I helped to produce. I want to see the smiles on the attendee's faces, knowing that something that I did, helped to put the smile there.
I want to rent an RV and drive around the country with my friends.
I want to go to Yosemite, drive through the red woods, hike Half Dome, see Mt. Rushmore, sit at the feet of the Lincoln Memorial, go INSIDE of the White House, fly on a private plane, attend the opening ceremonies of the Summer Olympics.
There is so much that I want to do. Some of the things, I may never get to do. That is ok. I am so thankful that God has given me a spirit of Hope. My dreams are endless, which is a testament of who God is in my life. There is NOTHING that I can't do.
Dream big!
I am a dreamer. In that, I dream big. Right now, I am dreaming big while stuck in reality. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It is just reality.
Last night, a friend asked me what I want to do. That question always makes me a little uncomfortable and is something that I really have to think about. I don't think I will ever be a career woman in the sense of a 9-5 that I called work for 30 years. It just isn't me.
My biggest dream, would be to have a talk-show. I love people. I love to talk. I am pretty funny. More than all of that I am pretty dang real. I would love to talk about real life, with real people, and just bring a little bit of joy to this world.
I would love to be on the road doing production on tours. I would love to dream up experiences and events and make them happen. I would love to work for The Chargers.
I want to go to NYC, Chicago, Boston, Niagara Falls, Alaska, England, Ireland, Prague, Germany, Santorini, Africa, Australia, Fiji, Hawaii, and so many other places.
I want to write a book about life.
I can't wait to meet my husband, get engaged and have the showers and bachelorette parties be for ME. I am excited to try on dresses until I find THE ONE. I want to have a huge wedding with a reception that goes for hours and hours.
I want to stand side-stage at an event, that I helped to produce. I want to see the smiles on the attendee's faces, knowing that something that I did, helped to put the smile there.
I want to rent an RV and drive around the country with my friends.
I want to go to Yosemite, drive through the red woods, hike Half Dome, see Mt. Rushmore, sit at the feet of the Lincoln Memorial, go INSIDE of the White House, fly on a private plane, attend the opening ceremonies of the Summer Olympics.
There is so much that I want to do. Some of the things, I may never get to do. That is ok. I am so thankful that God has given me a spirit of Hope. My dreams are endless, which is a testament of who God is in my life. There is NOTHING that I can't do.
Dream big!
My dear grandpa, Ed Brown, passed away on June 2, 2010, at 83 years old. Grandpa's obituary and funeral were reflective of a life well-lived.
Grandpa and Grandma were married for almost 60 years. They had 9 kids, 18 grand-kids, and 2 great grand-kids. My grandpa served as both Local and State President for the Cabrillo Civic Clubs. He was in the Knights of Columbus, serving as Grand Knight. He owned service stations throughout San Diego for over 30 years. He served as an usher at St. Agnes Catholic Church for over 30 years. To say the least, my grandpa was an amazing man.
I had the privilege of spending a lot of time with my grandpa. With the exception of when I was living in Texas, I have spent every Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve with my Grandma and Grandpa. When we moved back to San Diego from Texas, I spent most of my summer days with them, and would attend Mass with them on Saturday nights and then we would go over to their house for pizza. :)
More recently, I would drive my Grandpa to some of his doctor's appointments, I would take my grandparents shopping, or we would go to eat or to a movie. I considered it a great blessing to have grandparents still alive, who live so close, and who are pretty Bad-ass. That's right, I said it. They are bad-ass.
My grandpa is in Heaven, where he is free, with no more cardiac arrest, no more diet limitations, and as many John Wayne movies as he wants. In fact, he is with John Wayne. Grandpa is at peace.
Though I miss him like crazy, and can't imagine the ache in my grandma's heart, as her love of nearly 62 years is no longer here.
I believe that Christ has commanded that we love our neighbor. To go even further, it is written in James that we should. "look after orphans and widows in their distress". The hard reality is, we often forget to do this.
My challenge to you, is that you would call a "widow" or "orphan" today. This may a be literal or figurative widow or orphan. It doesn't matter. Just be there for someone that is experiencing a loss. We all are.
I love spending time with my grandma. I always have, but even more so now. I love going over for dinner, driving Grandma to church, taking her shopping, watching movies, and just catching up on life. I am sure to call her and/or spend time with her once a week. I don't want to take this time for granted. I want to take advantage of the time I have with one of the most wonderful women I have ever met.
Call your Grandma.
Friday, 9 July 2010
Manders got a facelift.
Well, not me. My blog. You get it.
My RIDICULOUSLY talented and wonderfully hilarious friend Alexis whipped up the new blog header for me. I can't even put words to how much I love it. I literally gave her a total of 10 words describing what I wanted, all of which probably counter-balanced one another. Even with my minimal and confusing direction and utter lack of graphic design knowledge, she saw my vision... even when I didn't. Alexis texted me asking if the blog had a title. The truth is, this blog has had a few titles. As the previous post states, I have been in a rut recently. I have felt like I am dreaming bigger than ever, but am stuck in reality.
After heading up to Leucadia to see Alexis and Jason's art on display, I felt inspired. As I was thinking about it, I realized that the way I describe my life right now, is pretty true in all seasons. Whether I be in a desert or a flood, it is reality at that moment. Thus, I decided to name this blog, "Dreaming big while stuck in reality".
If you need a good graphic designer, hit up Alexis. Her portfolio and blog speak volumes of how talented she is. Hire her. Don't think about it. Just do it.
http://www.thevisualrepublic.com
While you're at it, if you need a photographer in San Diego, hire her husband. Again, don't ask questions, just do it.
http://www.jasonwardstudios.com
ALEXIS, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, for getting my vision, even when I didn't. Thank you for taking my lack of direction and NAILING it. Thank you for breathing new life into this blog. Thank you for being you.
Well, not me. My blog. You get it.
My RIDICULOUSLY talented and wonderfully hilarious friend Alexis whipped up the new blog header for me. I can't even put words to how much I love it. I literally gave her a total of 10 words describing what I wanted, all of which probably counter-balanced one another. Even with my minimal and confusing direction and utter lack of graphic design knowledge, she saw my vision... even when I didn't. Alexis texted me asking if the blog had a title. The truth is, this blog has had a few titles. As the previous post states, I have been in a rut recently. I have felt like I am dreaming bigger than ever, but am stuck in reality.
After heading up to Leucadia to see Alexis and Jason's art on display, I felt inspired. As I was thinking about it, I realized that the way I describe my life right now, is pretty true in all seasons. Whether I be in a desert or a flood, it is reality at that moment. Thus, I decided to name this blog, "Dreaming big while stuck in reality".
If you need a good graphic designer, hit up Alexis. Her portfolio and blog speak volumes of how talented she is. Hire her. Don't think about it. Just do it.
http://www.thevisualrepublic.com
While you're at it, if you need a photographer in San Diego, hire her husband. Again, don't ask questions, just do it.
http://www.jasonwardstudios.com
ALEXIS, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, for getting my vision, even when I didn't. Thank you for taking my lack of direction and NAILING it. Thank you for breathing new life into this blog. Thank you for being you.
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