Hello. It’s my first post on my brand new blog. It feels weird writing over here. All the buttons and settings are new and I’m never quite sure what I’m doing or if some button is going to blow-up the world. Nonetheless, here I am. Here you are. Welcome to the new blog. Isn’t she purty?
Owning a blog that’s read by a few people is an interesting thing because you start to feel like … well, like an author or a writer for a newspaper or something. I know, thanks to stat tracker, that I have a few followers (no names, just numbers) and I feel an obligation – in the best of ways – to check in with you all, to give you good stories and photos to look at. So, when I’m living life and something funny, interesting or inspiring happens I always check my ‘write about this on blog’ box in my brain. Many times, the stories go untold and that’s just because I am not as disciplined as some of those other blog writers who write on their blogs daily. I’d like to be, but I can only write when the mood strikes. Even if I have a good story – like when Corey and I got pulled over the other night on our way to Taco Bell and since it was after midnight and people who drive around after midnight on a Monday night = up to no good Corey was forced to give a sobriety test. Poor guy almost wet his sweatpants. I sat in the car and thought about how a physician with a DUI would be no good…all the while laughing at the site out the back window. Luckily, he had not been drinking so he was let off scotch free, even without a ticket for speeding which we then celebrated over greasy tacos – if I’m not feeling the writing bug I can’t do it. It just doesn’t work.
Then there are days when I have all these random thoughts and stories and I just want to share them ALL on my blog, but then I know if I share all of them I’ll just sound crazy or drunk or crazy. And, heaven forbid any of you think I’m crazy because you know I’m 100% normal.
Nonetheless, today I’m going to push aside the insecurities and throw out a few things that I’d like to blog about. None of them are related and no, I have not been drinking.
Pushing 30 and feeling it…
Sunday after a delicious meal of Dim Sum with some of our Asian friends – yes, we are so very multicultural – I decided to head to the mall while Corey went home to sleep. Bad idea. I forgot it was President’s Day weekend and since schools were closed Monday every single teeny bopper, high schooler and college kid (which at this point in my life all look the same) were at Kenwood. Nevertheless, I braved the crowds to sip on a Starbucks and browse the stores. I landed in Forever 21, as always, and after fighting through the millions of people to then stand in line for 15 minutes to try on a dozen things to decide on one favorite and oh, so stylish shirt (or is it a dress?) I made my way to the Christmastime-like, half-mile-long line. I decided to play solitaire on my phone to help my brain escape the chaos. When that didn’t work, I surrendered to just standing there feeling hot and dreaming of my car that would be empty (no, I am also not a hermit). And, then it hit me. I am such a loser. I have on jeans, a black shirt and my faithful Danskos hugging my feet. Every single other person around me is dressed nothing like me. I guess the new look does not include jeans and Danskos, but instead oversized sweatpants or some other kind of large pants, UGGS (but, the short ones…not like mine), hooded sweatshirt and hair in ponytail to look as if you just rolled out of bed. It was at that moment that I started to feel like a Grandmom hanging out at a skate park. (*enter pitiful sigh here*) Maybe being “Forever 21″ has its age limit…
Update on us…
I’d like to tell you that in just two short weeks I have come to a place – with the occurrence of a very specific, rather supernatural experience – that has left me genuinely grateful for the miscarriage we endured, but then that’d sound cliche and none of you would believe me. So, I’ll just know in my head and heart that that is true and I’ll tell you all that we’re doing really good. Not that our hurt wasn’t real and still isn’t real, but we’ve grown more than we could have ever imagined from this experience. Yet again, I wouldn’t trade it in for anything different.
I am constantly amazed at God’s pursuit of me. I like to write him off as mysterious because it helps me fill in those unanswered questions, but then things will happen and I’ll just be reminded that He’s really not all that mysterious after all. It’s nice and refreshing, comforting and freeing. Yes, freeing. That’s the best update on me I can give – I feel free. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt this way.
And, of course, thank you again for your unending kindness. So many of you have reached out to us and cared about us in a way that we’ve never experienced. “Thank you” seems so trite so I hope you know what all I feel when I say those two words.
My hero…
Corey blew my socks off this Valentine’s Day by surprising me (yet again) with two tickets to see Lyle Lovett perform TONIGHT (I’m gonna wear my new shirt/dress…over jeans of course). I am his biggest fan and I didn’t even know he was coming to town! The first time I saw him (November 2003) I literally cried when he came out on stage. There are only a few celebrities I would care to meet and he is one of them. Him, Bruce Springsteen and Cesar Milan. You are welcome.
Oh, and…
My brand new site, that goes along with my brand new blog, is live. I hope most of you reading this got my mailer or newsletter, but if not check it out by CLICKING HERE. I hope you like it. If you see anything weird going on, any links not linking, etc. let me know. I built it myself and I’m sure there are to be some snags once it starts to get some clicking-away visitors.
Thanks for reading. Please don’t sue me for boredom. For those of you who check this blog for actual PHOTOS I promise to replace all of these letters with pictures once spring comes. Right now my time has been filled doing all the boring business stuff, making rockin’ ’09 plans and running the workshop.
Hugs and kisses to you all!
