Happy 3yrs Today, my husband.
I still to this day am so happy to know that we were married during the most beautiful time of the year.
Our love will always be defined during this beautiful time, and I am so thankful for that.
It feels more like a decade than 3 yrs, and yet, it feels like just yesterday.
Each year, I am amazed that we didn't drive each other mad, and, at the same time, amazed that I still love you even though you're mad. You'd probably say I was too, but I said it first, and last.
Love you.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Glide Bikes Giveaway!!
What am AMAZING giveaway!! I popped over to Tay's today, and realized that I never entered this giveaway, and I had been so excited for it. Since I have not been uploading photos lately, blogging is getting a little away from me. Can't wait till things are back to normal, ha!
This is such an amazing giveaway, I couldn't believe it!! I read about the Company and the Designer on their web page when I went over there to check out the bikes, and it's a great story! I LOVE reading these kinds of stories. I think it's amazing to learn how ordinary situations (such as purchasing your child's first bike) and every day people lead way to genius and entrepreneurship. I think it's great that he took the initiative to discover the importance of a "balance bike" and incorporate mountain bike advantages with a child's bike, because of his own experience with mountain biking. Logic leads way to greatness.
I would love to present this shiny PINK bike to Nik on her 2nd Birthday next Spring. I can just see it with a Big Bow on her birthday. She would be ecstatic! She LOVES bikes, three wheelers, and her Little Tykes Car. Hard to believe my little pumpkin will be two next Spring. Ugh, where does the time go. I can't even imagine her being old/big enough to ride this bike, but I know it's right around the corner.
I remember when my oldest brother taught me to ride a bike, on Grove Street, without training wheels. I remember I turned around and he was way back down the sidewalk, and I had been riding by myself and didn;t know it. I remember how scared and excited I was at the same time, when I realized I was riding all by myself. He was just back there smiling and clapping his hands.I went straight from a Red Strawberry Shortcake Tricycle to a Pink and White "Fancy Dancer" Bicycle, with a pink horn, pink/white streamers, and a flower basket. I used to LOVE to ride my bike, and I remember the spills and scrapes as well.
I would def purchase this little flower basket to go along with the bike for the little pumpkin, just like her Mommy had.
This is a great thing. I am grateful for the opportunity. Head on over to Tay's!! for a chance to win one of these fabulous bikes for your little pumpkin!
Love to all,
Lindsay
Monday, October 11, 2010
Dream a little Dream...
So, lately, I have been kinda hum drum. Work is getting to me, and there is constantly changes, which is good, but sometimes, seems harrowing. It's been beautiful out lately, and drudging into a building for 8 1/2 hours, save for a window, does not do much to lighten my mood. I guess most days, the corporate life is ok. I mean, in winter, you don't really notice working inside, bc, well, you'd be inside anyway. But, every morning, stepping out into the sun and the fresh morning air, to turn around and walk into a drab, lifeless, colorless building feels like I've stepped into an Edgar Allen Poe short story. I guess I feel like when I hit those glass doors, my soul ebbs away. That sounds kind of dramatic saying aloud... i guess maybe it has a little (well, a lot) to do with, I know it will be about 9 hours before I see the pumpkin again, and she is my life's soul.
I am thankful to have a job. I know there are bigger things at play in the world. Larger, more important things. I am happy and so blessed to be healthy and for my family's health. There is nothing more precious and more wonderful than to be alive, to see the beauty in each day, and to live life through a child's eyes. I guess what I am struggling with is a happiness that I know I cannot find when I step through those doors. I feel a drop in my heart. And it doesn't much change throughout the day. I guess I just wonder if other people feel that way. Do people feel that way and just try and make the most of it, because, well they have to live, and work, and make a living by working. Do most people just brush it off and try and make the most of their day, make the most of what they have. Does happiness come through an acceptance that this is your day, and you make it what you want. You make the most of it. You can decide whether to feel that way or not. Or is it maybe, something more. Like, maybe I should find a new job. One that doesn't feel as though I loose my soul when I step inside.
Is my job that bad, or is that what I am making it? I never fit into a box in high school. I forced myself into several boxes, but I didn't fit. I was a cheerleader, hung out with a pretty popular crowd. Tried to be diligent with my studies, but any set back would deter me from that path, and I'd give up. Sometimes, I felt like I was outside myself looking in, and I never really felt "there." Like we were all together, but seperate at the same time. As if we had an agreement to be "friends" without any of the real privelages of friendship. I did have a couple friends that I shared real friendships with throughout highschool. I think I was just trying to find myself, determine where I fit. Which I guess is what Highschool is all about. Discovering yourself. Who you are. Who you want to be. Trying out a box, seeing if you fit. Do you want to fit there? Are you forcing yourself to fit there? Do you feel pressured to fit there?
In college, I never found my niche. I wanted to be independant and go away to college, but it ended up that 45 minutes proved to be too far. I moved into an apartment with my best friends at 18, and supporting yourself and attending college is never a good way to start College. Kudos to those that start out that way and are successful, finishing college in four years. But that wasn't me. I stumbled around, in and out of college. I think because I never found that niche. What was my dream? What was I born to do? My passion. My life's happiness, my purpose in life? Do people find that when they go to college? Or do a lot of people just settle for soemthing they have an interest in. Settle for a path someone else leads them down.
In highschool, and my freshman year of college, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write Chick Lit, or a Auto Biography, or a Novel, or Junior Literature. There were lots of English majors of the group of friends that I hung around with for a while after high school. When I would sit down and really pour my heart and soul and mind into writing, the result was usually really beautiful. My highschool english teachers all swore I would grow up to be a writer. It was always lengthy, what poured out. I think I was always searching for the right words. I always felt alive when I wrote. I have journals and journals of poetry and thoughts. It was what took me through highschool and adolescence, writing. Then, I decided that I wanted to be different, so I decided to major in Psychology. Maybe I grew out of writing a little bit, or it outgrew me. Then I wanted to be a lawyer. I did love to argue. But, that was seven years, and a bar exam. I didn't have that stay. Always loved animals, maybe I should be a vet, but I could never have that responsibility, I could never put an animal down. I took an interest in Psychology after a couple of classes, and decided to take every single psychology course they offered at my Community College, and then was accepted into the Psych Dept at a University in my home town. I enjoyed the Community College that I attended, well enough anyway. I fit in pretty good, well, because, it's such a diverse place, and so welcoming to all. A small environment where you get individual attention and you can grow.
Once, at the University, at the age of 25, I found I didnt fit in there. Everyone was 18, 19 years old, and no one really cared about you, teachers or students. We were constantly asked to work on group projects and all the new freshman and sophmores, wanted to meet at 9 pm to work on our projects. They didn't work, usually, they didn't have bills to pay and responsibilities, most of them. They were carefree and finding themselves, and I was already past that. I should have already known who I was, or who "I decided to be" by my age. But, I didn't. I didn't know what I wanted. I thought I wanted to be a psychiatrist, or a highschool counselor. Then, when I didn't feel like I fit in the psych dept, after working at a local daycare, I went back to a childhood dream, and wanted to pursue teaching. I looked into teaching, but I basically had to start college all over again. My courseload had been so heavy in Psychology, I had basically drown myself in ever taking a different route. I wasn't starting over, and I couldn't stand where I was anymore. So, I had to get out.
Then the purchase of our home awakened in me an interest in Real Estate. I decided that I'd try my hand at Real Estate from there, which I really liked. I think of all my jobs, I found Real Estate the most interesting, the most fun. I was educated and worked under a veteran Realtor, who tried to teach me everything he knew regarding Real Estate. I never grew tired of learning Real Estate. I was always eager for more. It was the only job I ever had, where it didn't really feel like you were working, when, well, you were working. It felt like everyday was a new experience, something new. I LOVED looking at homes, showing people homes. Going into someone's home. It was like a little secret that I could share with other people. To see each person's space, each unique in it;s own right. Each home, a piece of someone, a window to their soul. To see the looks on people's faces when they found a home that fit them0-It was pretty amazing. Sitting on the other side of the table at the bank, with both parties, when the papers were signed, and the keys handed over, and you saw the look in their eyes, like their dreams had just come true. Every little girl (and little boy)dreams of having her own home, their own space. Watching the look on someone's face when they hold those keys, and know their dream has come true, well there's really nothing like it. I always felt like I must be the luckiest person in the world to be able to be a part of this profession. Idid feel like I ws a little out of my league, after all there were 750 realtors in our area alone, but I felt compelled to try and my mentor gave me confidence.
Of course with the economy being as it is, Real Estate being an independant contracting business, and a busineess where I was told it takes 7 years to build a clientele and ever start making any money. As a new couple starting out, this was not a place that we could chose to be wisely and economically. I decided to put it on the back burner, and eventually I stopped paying the renewal fees, as they are kinda steep for something we weren't sure we'd ever be in a position to able to put my hand in again.
So, enter Corporate life, which I said, I'd never do. I was not that person. I still am not that person. I didn't fit in highschool or college, and I don't fit now. Maybe other people don't fit either. But, It feels like I REALLY don't fit. I've tried to fit. I really have. Of course, I know to be happy you have to find that happiness within yourself. But, I feel so stuck. I really have no where to go from here. Without anymore education, I cannot go any further in my position, and maybe that's why I don't feel challenged or fulfilled, becuase I know I am stuck. and, I do not want to go back to College. Could I find something here that I was more interested in than my current position, of course, if I went back to college, I could have that opportunity. Maybe a position in Human Resources or something similiar. But, I feel so suffocated here, like a square peg, being shoved into a round hole. With a million little hands pushing and poking and prodding, "fit, fit fit." If you've seen the movie "Office Space" or the opening to "Joe Versus the Volcano" that's me in a nutshell. And when I leave, I'm smashing the vending machine for all the times, it stole my animal crackers, ha ha, just kidding. My job at times is rewarding, but nothing that warrants feeling like I have found my place in life, and my life is now complete. And, I hate stiffling up here, wasting my life away for something that doesn't make me feel like I am living everyday to the fullest, the best possible way that I can live it.
I guess I have always felt like my position here was a temporary one, a holding pattern, not permanent. A stop on the way to somethign better. I never planned to stay here long. It's been three years now. What have I accomplished in those three years? I just feel like the life is sucked right out of me. I don't feel like I'm challenged the way I want to be challenged. I don't feel like I can grow, in every way a person should anc can grow as an individual. I can think of a million other things that would have filled my soul in a way that I have not experienced here. I have come to the realization that I want every momeent to mean something. I don't want to settle. I shouldn't have to settle. And if this position doesn't have "your dream" written all over it, why are you here? Move on. I would never encourage Nikolina to settle, to not pursue her dreams, I would never tell her not to live her dreams to the fullest. I have to set an example for her. I have to live my dreams for myself, but also for her. She needs to see that, bc that is what I want for her.
When we got married, I enjoyed the wedding planning process so much that I wanted to become a Wedding Planner, thought maybe that could be my calling. I had several people say they thought it would be a great calling for me. I am so detail oriented and organized. And through looking for photographers, and my own dissapointment in my own wedding photos, I found a LOVE for photography. I wanted to be that person for a couple, to take those incredible shots, to create images of the most wonderful day of their life that they could treasure for years and years to come, for generations to come. I wanted to make up for the shots that I felt we didn't get at our wedding, to give that back to a couple. I would look at wedding phtography every day. Now, I admire baby and family photography of course as well.
I guess what I am looking for, if I have to work, is something that offers some kind of meaning to me. A passion. Yes, I help people, yes, people are grateful, yes, I feel happiness in helping people, in offering patience and reserve where there is none on the other end. But, am I replaceable. Absolutely. If I weren't here, someone else would be, and could they do my position just as well, absolutely. I don't want to be replaceable. Moms are not replaceable, not to their children. Yes, I want to be a SAHM. Nothing could be more rewarding and more fulfilling to me than that. Than raising a family, living off the land. Whatever I'm searching for, my life's purpose, it is not within these walls. And, I will not settle for the few hours outside of work as representing my life. I want it all to mean something, I want it all to be my life's purpose. I don't what that is. I don't know if I'll find it once I become a SAHM. And, I WILL become a SAHM. Maybe I'll find it multiple places. But, so far the only thing I have found that passion, that happiness and peace is through Nikolina.
I don't want to look back on my life and regret. If I were to pass tomorrow, I honestly can't say that I would feel as though my life were fulfilled. I wouldn't feel as though I did everything I wanted to do. I wouldn't feel as though I'd found my place. There is nothing in my current position that I would want to define me, that could define me. I want my life to be about so much more than what is within these walls. Nikolina is the only place I have found myself, and creatively through photographing her. When I photograph her, and I get that one shot that's worth it, it's the only thing that lights up my soul, that makes my soul soar. It's the only thing that I get really excited about. The only thing I'm passionate about. Would I love to be a photographer, maybe, I'm still undecided about that. I just know, outisde of Nikolina, it's the only thing that makes me feel alive, and the only thing that I feel passionate about besides being a mother. The only thing that I feel pride over, the one thing besides Nikolina that I would want to define me, other than being an Aunt and a Mother.
What are you passionate about?
What is your dream?
What defines you? What do you want to define you?
What is the one thing you would want others to remember about you?
What is your dream career? Are you living it?
Do you know the answers to these questions? I want to know. Tell me.
As I try to find myself, I think it is a lifelong path that I will have to discover along the way, I am curious as to what brings others happiness, fulfillment, and peace.
Love to all,
Lindsay
I am thankful to have a job. I know there are bigger things at play in the world. Larger, more important things. I am happy and so blessed to be healthy and for my family's health. There is nothing more precious and more wonderful than to be alive, to see the beauty in each day, and to live life through a child's eyes. I guess what I am struggling with is a happiness that I know I cannot find when I step through those doors. I feel a drop in my heart. And it doesn't much change throughout the day. I guess I just wonder if other people feel that way. Do people feel that way and just try and make the most of it, because, well they have to live, and work, and make a living by working. Do most people just brush it off and try and make the most of their day, make the most of what they have. Does happiness come through an acceptance that this is your day, and you make it what you want. You make the most of it. You can decide whether to feel that way or not. Or is it maybe, something more. Like, maybe I should find a new job. One that doesn't feel as though I loose my soul when I step inside.
Is my job that bad, or is that what I am making it? I never fit into a box in high school. I forced myself into several boxes, but I didn't fit. I was a cheerleader, hung out with a pretty popular crowd. Tried to be diligent with my studies, but any set back would deter me from that path, and I'd give up. Sometimes, I felt like I was outside myself looking in, and I never really felt "there." Like we were all together, but seperate at the same time. As if we had an agreement to be "friends" without any of the real privelages of friendship. I did have a couple friends that I shared real friendships with throughout highschool. I think I was just trying to find myself, determine where I fit. Which I guess is what Highschool is all about. Discovering yourself. Who you are. Who you want to be. Trying out a box, seeing if you fit. Do you want to fit there? Are you forcing yourself to fit there? Do you feel pressured to fit there?
In college, I never found my niche. I wanted to be independant and go away to college, but it ended up that 45 minutes proved to be too far. I moved into an apartment with my best friends at 18, and supporting yourself and attending college is never a good way to start College. Kudos to those that start out that way and are successful, finishing college in four years. But that wasn't me. I stumbled around, in and out of college. I think because I never found that niche. What was my dream? What was I born to do? My passion. My life's happiness, my purpose in life? Do people find that when they go to college? Or do a lot of people just settle for soemthing they have an interest in. Settle for a path someone else leads them down.
In highschool, and my freshman year of college, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write Chick Lit, or a Auto Biography, or a Novel, or Junior Literature. There were lots of English majors of the group of friends that I hung around with for a while after high school. When I would sit down and really pour my heart and soul and mind into writing, the result was usually really beautiful. My highschool english teachers all swore I would grow up to be a writer. It was always lengthy, what poured out. I think I was always searching for the right words. I always felt alive when I wrote. I have journals and journals of poetry and thoughts. It was what took me through highschool and adolescence, writing. Then, I decided that I wanted to be different, so I decided to major in Psychology. Maybe I grew out of writing a little bit, or it outgrew me. Then I wanted to be a lawyer. I did love to argue. But, that was seven years, and a bar exam. I didn't have that stay. Always loved animals, maybe I should be a vet, but I could never have that responsibility, I could never put an animal down. I took an interest in Psychology after a couple of classes, and decided to take every single psychology course they offered at my Community College, and then was accepted into the Psych Dept at a University in my home town. I enjoyed the Community College that I attended, well enough anyway. I fit in pretty good, well, because, it's such a diverse place, and so welcoming to all. A small environment where you get individual attention and you can grow.
Once, at the University, at the age of 25, I found I didnt fit in there. Everyone was 18, 19 years old, and no one really cared about you, teachers or students. We were constantly asked to work on group projects and all the new freshman and sophmores, wanted to meet at 9 pm to work on our projects. They didn't work, usually, they didn't have bills to pay and responsibilities, most of them. They were carefree and finding themselves, and I was already past that. I should have already known who I was, or who "I decided to be" by my age. But, I didn't. I didn't know what I wanted. I thought I wanted to be a psychiatrist, or a highschool counselor. Then, when I didn't feel like I fit in the psych dept, after working at a local daycare, I went back to a childhood dream, and wanted to pursue teaching. I looked into teaching, but I basically had to start college all over again. My courseload had been so heavy in Psychology, I had basically drown myself in ever taking a different route. I wasn't starting over, and I couldn't stand where I was anymore. So, I had to get out.
Then the purchase of our home awakened in me an interest in Real Estate. I decided that I'd try my hand at Real Estate from there, which I really liked. I think of all my jobs, I found Real Estate the most interesting, the most fun. I was educated and worked under a veteran Realtor, who tried to teach me everything he knew regarding Real Estate. I never grew tired of learning Real Estate. I was always eager for more. It was the only job I ever had, where it didn't really feel like you were working, when, well, you were working. It felt like everyday was a new experience, something new. I LOVED looking at homes, showing people homes. Going into someone's home. It was like a little secret that I could share with other people. To see each person's space, each unique in it;s own right. Each home, a piece of someone, a window to their soul. To see the looks on people's faces when they found a home that fit them0-It was pretty amazing. Sitting on the other side of the table at the bank, with both parties, when the papers were signed, and the keys handed over, and you saw the look in their eyes, like their dreams had just come true. Every little girl (and little boy)dreams of having her own home, their own space. Watching the look on someone's face when they hold those keys, and know their dream has come true, well there's really nothing like it. I always felt like I must be the luckiest person in the world to be able to be a part of this profession. Idid feel like I ws a little out of my league, after all there were 750 realtors in our area alone, but I felt compelled to try and my mentor gave me confidence.
Of course with the economy being as it is, Real Estate being an independant contracting business, and a busineess where I was told it takes 7 years to build a clientele and ever start making any money. As a new couple starting out, this was not a place that we could chose to be wisely and economically. I decided to put it on the back burner, and eventually I stopped paying the renewal fees, as they are kinda steep for something we weren't sure we'd ever be in a position to able to put my hand in again.
So, enter Corporate life, which I said, I'd never do. I was not that person. I still am not that person. I didn't fit in highschool or college, and I don't fit now. Maybe other people don't fit either. But, It feels like I REALLY don't fit. I've tried to fit. I really have. Of course, I know to be happy you have to find that happiness within yourself. But, I feel so stuck. I really have no where to go from here. Without anymore education, I cannot go any further in my position, and maybe that's why I don't feel challenged or fulfilled, becuase I know I am stuck. and, I do not want to go back to College. Could I find something here that I was more interested in than my current position, of course, if I went back to college, I could have that opportunity. Maybe a position in Human Resources or something similiar. But, I feel so suffocated here, like a square peg, being shoved into a round hole. With a million little hands pushing and poking and prodding, "fit, fit fit." If you've seen the movie "Office Space" or the opening to "Joe Versus the Volcano" that's me in a nutshell. And when I leave, I'm smashing the vending machine for all the times, it stole my animal crackers, ha ha, just kidding. My job at times is rewarding, but nothing that warrants feeling like I have found my place in life, and my life is now complete. And, I hate stiffling up here, wasting my life away for something that doesn't make me feel like I am living everyday to the fullest, the best possible way that I can live it.
I guess I have always felt like my position here was a temporary one, a holding pattern, not permanent. A stop on the way to somethign better. I never planned to stay here long. It's been three years now. What have I accomplished in those three years? I just feel like the life is sucked right out of me. I don't feel like I'm challenged the way I want to be challenged. I don't feel like I can grow, in every way a person should anc can grow as an individual. I can think of a million other things that would have filled my soul in a way that I have not experienced here. I have come to the realization that I want every momeent to mean something. I don't want to settle. I shouldn't have to settle. And if this position doesn't have "your dream" written all over it, why are you here? Move on. I would never encourage Nikolina to settle, to not pursue her dreams, I would never tell her not to live her dreams to the fullest. I have to set an example for her. I have to live my dreams for myself, but also for her. She needs to see that, bc that is what I want for her.
When we got married, I enjoyed the wedding planning process so much that I wanted to become a Wedding Planner, thought maybe that could be my calling. I had several people say they thought it would be a great calling for me. I am so detail oriented and organized. And through looking for photographers, and my own dissapointment in my own wedding photos, I found a LOVE for photography. I wanted to be that person for a couple, to take those incredible shots, to create images of the most wonderful day of their life that they could treasure for years and years to come, for generations to come. I wanted to make up for the shots that I felt we didn't get at our wedding, to give that back to a couple. I would look at wedding phtography every day. Now, I admire baby and family photography of course as well.
I guess what I am looking for, if I have to work, is something that offers some kind of meaning to me. A passion. Yes, I help people, yes, people are grateful, yes, I feel happiness in helping people, in offering patience and reserve where there is none on the other end. But, am I replaceable. Absolutely. If I weren't here, someone else would be, and could they do my position just as well, absolutely. I don't want to be replaceable. Moms are not replaceable, not to their children. Yes, I want to be a SAHM. Nothing could be more rewarding and more fulfilling to me than that. Than raising a family, living off the land. Whatever I'm searching for, my life's purpose, it is not within these walls. And, I will not settle for the few hours outside of work as representing my life. I want it all to mean something, I want it all to be my life's purpose. I don't what that is. I don't know if I'll find it once I become a SAHM. And, I WILL become a SAHM. Maybe I'll find it multiple places. But, so far the only thing I have found that passion, that happiness and peace is through Nikolina.
I don't want to look back on my life and regret. If I were to pass tomorrow, I honestly can't say that I would feel as though my life were fulfilled. I wouldn't feel as though I did everything I wanted to do. I wouldn't feel as though I'd found my place. There is nothing in my current position that I would want to define me, that could define me. I want my life to be about so much more than what is within these walls. Nikolina is the only place I have found myself, and creatively through photographing her. When I photograph her, and I get that one shot that's worth it, it's the only thing that lights up my soul, that makes my soul soar. It's the only thing that I get really excited about. The only thing I'm passionate about. Would I love to be a photographer, maybe, I'm still undecided about that. I just know, outisde of Nikolina, it's the only thing that makes me feel alive, and the only thing that I feel passionate about besides being a mother. The only thing that I feel pride over, the one thing besides Nikolina that I would want to define me, other than being an Aunt and a Mother.
What are you passionate about?
What is your dream?
What defines you? What do you want to define you?
What is the one thing you would want others to remember about you?
What is your dream career? Are you living it?
Do you know the answers to these questions? I want to know. Tell me.
As I try to find myself, I think it is a lifelong path that I will have to discover along the way, I am curious as to what brings others happiness, fulfillment, and peace.
Love to all,
Lindsay
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Top Two Tuesday!! Top Two Dream Kitchens!!
It's that time again. Time for Top Two at Tay's. Head over to Tay's to see her Top Two pics and many other Mamas and Ladies HERE!!
http://www.kitchen-design-ideas.org/pictures-of-kitchens-traditional-antique-white-02.html
2. My seond fav would be a "French Country" inspired kitchen. I keep telling the hubs I want to move out to the country and live on a ranch with some acerage. That is my dream for us as a family. To live off the land, to have a pond with ducks, a goat, some chickens. Took Nik to a pumpkim patch this weekend, and she went nuts chasng the chickens around. She was born to live on a Farm. She threw a fit when they started to close and I told her we had to leave. Our black lab def needs the room to run.
I couldn't find a kitchen to exactly replicate my French inspired Country kitchen design, but something similiar to the one pictured on Page 3, #78.
http://www.kitchen-design-ideas.org/pictures-of-kitchens-traditional-antique-white-03.html
Here are a couple other photos of French Inspired Country Kitchens. They are not exactly what I was looking for, a little darker, but the inspiration is similar. If we do move out to the country and had a French Country kitchen, I would be okay if it were a little smaller than my big open design for the Feminine Antique White design.
I LOVE beautiful kitchens. MY ABSOLUTE FAV cabinent design is "Antique White" cabinents. That is my dream kitchen with a light colored Marble. Maybe with some stone. Def with the fancy wood designs/sconces etched into the wood. My dream kitchen has to be open. I LOVE big open kitchens were lots of people can gather. perfect for parties, and big family celebrations. I want a kitchen that people WANT to be in. I see Dream kitchens all the time in magazines, but I had a little difficulty finding some on line. I found one link, but you will have to scroll and click on the numbered picture to view them.
1. #1 Fav-"Antique White" Cabinent, Feminine Inspired Kitchen
Page 2, #57
http://www.kitchen-design-ideas.org/pictures-of-kitchens-traditional-antique-white-02.html
2. My seond fav would be a "French Country" inspired kitchen. I keep telling the hubs I want to move out to the country and live on a ranch with some acerage. That is my dream for us as a family. To live off the land, to have a pond with ducks, a goat, some chickens. Took Nik to a pumpkim patch this weekend, and she went nuts chasng the chickens around. She was born to live on a Farm. She threw a fit when they started to close and I told her we had to leave. Our black lab def needs the room to run.
I couldn't find a kitchen to exactly replicate my French inspired Country kitchen design, but something similiar to the one pictured on Page 3, #78.
http://www.kitchen-design-ideas.org/pictures-of-kitchens-traditional-antique-white-03.html
Here are a couple other photos of French Inspired Country Kitchens. They are not exactly what I was looking for, a little darker, but the inspiration is similar. If we do move out to the country and had a French Country kitchen, I would be okay if it were a little smaller than my big open design for the Feminine Antique White design.
Here are some other pics I found that I like.
I like the "masculine" aspect/feel of this kitchen (kitchen table/dark wood/TV-ha!) offset by the sconced hood above the stove and the feminine chandelier.
I LOVE the wodden cubbies in the back, the antique kitchen table/chairs, the island and the wood floors.
The ceiling has etchings too.
Love this sink.
I love Breakfast Nooks with couches.
I like the yellow country cabinents offset by the dark counters.
Love this Top Two. Ahhhh, these kitchen are heavenly. I think I would just sit in my kitchen and look around all day, like I was in dream land.
Can't wait to see everyone's picks!
Monday, October 4, 2010
8,500.
8,500. I just had to write it, so that it would be real to me.
8,500 photos of the pumpkin restored.
About 6,500 left to go the hubs says.
Do you think I need to stop taking so many pictures, ha!
Hopefully, next week, I will be able to upload some new photos of the pumpkin. I have a few fun ones to post form a couple photo shoots we had. Some worked out, some didn't, but I had fun trying.
Nik is starting to catch on to my photo shoots though. I am trying to make an effort to make them more fun for her, instead of all just about gettting the shot. Make them more relaxed, less fussed, less rushed, and less busy.
I can't thank her enough for helping me to hone my photography. The only inexpensive, un-time consuming, fun, raw, way I know to get better at photography is to simply shoot. Shoot every chance I get. I don't want to always be behind the lens to her. I don't want it to consume me, and to take away from our time together. Sometimes, I have to tell myself, enough is enough. Just put down the camera and laugh and play. Just be. If you got the shot, than you got it, if not, then not. Maybe the shot will present itself later in different form. It's so hard, bc I want to hold it every minute. I want to capture it all. I don't want to miss a thing. I want to get that one shot that makes it all worth it. And that one shot is enough to make me know why I love this art form so much.
I hope one day she'll understand. One day, I hope for her to look at me and say, "Mom, it was totally worth it." That is my goal. So, that she'll look at me and my photos will inspire in her a love of photography like I have, and maybe one day, we'll pick up a camera together. And go exploring. I would love that. If she discovers the passion and excitement, that I have for photography, for any one thing I would be happy. First, I'm just working on getting her to wear bows and hats. One small step at a time, ha.
Love to all,
Lindsay
8,500 photos of the pumpkin restored.
About 6,500 left to go the hubs says.
Do you think I need to stop taking so many pictures, ha!
Hopefully, next week, I will be able to upload some new photos of the pumpkin. I have a few fun ones to post form a couple photo shoots we had. Some worked out, some didn't, but I had fun trying.
Nik is starting to catch on to my photo shoots though. I am trying to make an effort to make them more fun for her, instead of all just about gettting the shot. Make them more relaxed, less fussed, less rushed, and less busy.
I can't thank her enough for helping me to hone my photography. The only inexpensive, un-time consuming, fun, raw, way I know to get better at photography is to simply shoot. Shoot every chance I get. I don't want to always be behind the lens to her. I don't want it to consume me, and to take away from our time together. Sometimes, I have to tell myself, enough is enough. Just put down the camera and laugh and play. Just be. If you got the shot, than you got it, if not, then not. Maybe the shot will present itself later in different form. It's so hard, bc I want to hold it every minute. I want to capture it all. I don't want to miss a thing. I want to get that one shot that makes it all worth it. And that one shot is enough to make me know why I love this art form so much.
I hope one day she'll understand. One day, I hope for her to look at me and say, "Mom, it was totally worth it." That is my goal. So, that she'll look at me and my photos will inspire in her a love of photography like I have, and maybe one day, we'll pick up a camera together. And go exploring. I would love that. If she discovers the passion and excitement, that I have for photography, for any one thing I would be happy. First, I'm just working on getting her to wear bows and hats. One small step at a time, ha.
Love to all,
Lindsay
Friday, October 1, 2010
My New Obsession.
The Apprentice.
I don't really watch TV. Obvs you all know that we don't have cable which makes that pretty easy, I guess. Though we never much watched it anyway. Or we'd watch it too much and hate ourselves for it, ha!
I LOVE the office too, but I usually miss some of it taking care of Nik. I also have not found it to be as good this season so far, maybe I'm just coming into the episode in the middle/end and I get lost or something. Anyway, is 30 Rock not on anymore? Haven't seen that.
Well anyway, I think Apprentice used to be on Sunday night, right?? Well, it's on Thursdays this season, and I LOVE it. It's on kinda late, but I'll stay up to watch it. Gives me a chance to clean the kitchen and pack Nik's diaper bag before the next day. Then, I can settle down to watch it and relax.
This year, he has hired people that lost their job in the economic crisis, and I have to say I think it has made it that much more Fab! Literally, these people are all struggling, and on edge bc the have lost their career, and they are passionate and hungry, that's for sure. I have never seen people claw at each other like this. They turn on each other at the drop of a hat. And, they're brutal and so unforgiving! It's horrible, but fascinating at the same time. Kinda sick, I guess. But, I'm hooked.
The other part of it is, that I have to give Donald credit. I think what he's doing for these individuals is great. Simply amazing. These individuals, I admit all come from great educational backgrounds and career experience/resumes, obvs, would he settle for anything else?? So, they prob would have eventually found jobs, but I still think it's great that he's trying to help them. The great part is though, even if they get kicked off, he'll try and set them up with a contact/interview indirectly, or through a company that he manages. And if they win the challenge for that week, he's also offering them assistance furthereing their education, mentoring with a successful individual/company.
But, literally these people, since day one have been like Cats and Dogs, or shoud I say, wolves and well, wolves. It's been brutal. Really makes for an interesting show. Much more so than the celebrity apprentice, I think, anyway. They are really people, struggling, vying for a position bc they have to support their family.
Check it out. I can't wait each week to watch it, as long as it comes in with our bunny ears that day, ha!
I wish I could watch it all in one day on a dics set. Love it!
Josh and I also like that "Undercover Boss." I think it's a great concept that these bosses/management get down to their employees levels and handle their job for a day. Makes them appreciate their staff/job more. Last week, this CEO gifted all these things to his employees-Choice Hotel episode. Education, vacations, paid their rent, etc. It was amazing! I started CRYING. I was so touched by his generousity and compassion.
Hope you all have a Great Weekend!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Happy 18 Months.
I have a couple photos that the pumpkin and I took last Saturday that I want to share with you all. Since our computer is on the Fritz, I will be sure to show them to you all later. This photo is from a month ago, but it's one of my favs.
My 17th month list was so long. I can't imagine posting one that long again, phew...and since most of it still applies, I'm just going to share a couple things the pumpkin has been doing lately.
What you are about right now.
1.Mondays are hard for you. You cry, scream, and attempt to throw a fit every Monday when I drop you off at Daycare for the day. It breaks my heart every time, and I usually cry the rest of the way to work.
2. You slapped a little boy at daycare when he wouldn't give you a toy you wanted. You had your first time-out. The next day another little boy shoved you when you tried to take a toy he was playing with. Hopefully, he had a time out too.
3.We think you may be ready for time-outs. Is 17 Months too young to start time out?? Since you turned 17 Months, you seem like you are needing them. The tantrums are beginning. Mostly when you're tired/hungry.
4. You are MILK crazy lately. You want MILK all the time. You will go to the fridge when you want milk.
5. You are still really into sticking your finger in your belly button. Which is just wierd and kind of grosse.
6. You LOVE to dance whenever you hear music. You went crazy to Brittany Spears yesterday. "Oops I did it again," and "Toxic."
7. You have a little buddy at daycare. You're second daycare boyfriend. I came to daycare early and caught you flirting with him during story time.
8. Caught you running around and playing with friends at daycare, when you didn't know I was there.
9. You are really into sitting in the Car pretending to drive, and pointing out trucks when we see them on the road. You make the steering movement and a "vrooooooooom" sound.
10. You know which items are the bed, dresser, lamp, table, chair, pillow, book, teddy bear, blanket, cup, diaper, wipes, etc. You like to read the book so we can find the items.
Still signing. Cookie is the newest one. Making "squirrel eating nuts" gesture is your most recent animal action.
11. Love to play with Daddy's tools and stuff in the garage.
12. Still love slides, hitting balls with a bat/golf club.
13. You LOVE playing outisde.
14. LOVE to be swung around, held upside down, and to spin around.
15. YOU LOVE RING AROUND THE ROSY, and everyone that is in the room has to participate.
16. You love to sit in the computer chair and pretend to be on the computer, banging on the keyboard and spinning in the chair.
17. You have started making a "Cheese" face and say "zzzzzzz." Obviously as an aspiring photographer, this is a nightmare for me. Hubs thinks it's funny.
18. You are really into saying please, which also sounds like how you say cheese, "zzzzzzzz."
19. You will stand on your step stool, look in the mirror, and pretend to rub lotion on your face like Mommy.
You also like to put lotion on me and you.
20. You love to brush your teeth. You have to repeatedly have more training toothpaste and you like to suck the water out of the brush.
21. You like to sit in your booster seat and eat dinner. You don't like to sit at your own table as much anymore.
22. You like to play under a blanket like a canopy/tent.
23. You LOVE when I smell your feet and say "Peeee Yewwww, Stinky Feet" and make a face, hold my nose, and move my hand back and forth across my face. You haev me do it over and over again.
24. I was driving and heard you sniffing in the back seat over and over followed by a little cry each time. I looked back, and you had your baby's feet to your nose, and you were smelling her feet and making a noise like Mommy does to you. It was too cute.
25. Lately you have wanted to be rocked to sleep, and you are really into running up to me and giving me big hugs/snuggles. It's the best!
Well, that list also got a little long, but a Mom can't help it I guess.
Time is going by so quickly.
I'm sure 2 will be here before I know it.
Love you Baby Girl. Happy 18 Months.
Love you, Mommy
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