Weekend Review

19 04 2009

I must say that I am really disappointed that I have not been able to consistently update this blog. Life has been in overdrive lately and I can’t say that I hate the chaos either. However, here’s the brief.

Thursday my dad came up to help me move into my new apt. Thank goodness he came because I don’t think I really would have made my April 25th deadline. Much appreciation to Derek (@derekrva) for letting me cut into his work time and dealing with the heavy lifting. Ugh. I really hate moving. Next time we’re hiring movers. I love this apt but shooo, it was pretty crappy that there were stairs and oncoming traffic to deal with. 0417090822a

It’s beginning to come together and I hope to have my ducks squared away for a housewarming gathering this weekend 🙂 But I remind myself to be realistic because I am going to Clemson on Wednesday for the Communication Studies Career Panel and won’t be in Asheville until after lunch tomorrow.

I am still in Charleston, looking forward to a brief introduction in the morning. I am freshly laundered and re-stocked on goodies, so all is well. This weekend was entirely too much fun. It is 11 o’clock and I still have my Alhambra bracelet on. Granted I was on Cinderella curfew last night, which quickly turned into last call after a very long day. I am not sure of the time, when I tucked in, but I was woken up around 5:45 or 6 to shower. I sluggishly obliged and came out to my mom and said, “What am I wearing?” She hands me some clothes and everything was a blur. We drove to Augusta and I was finally able to sleep sometime around Columbia. I don’t think I laughed so hard this month or even last month. Megan and Katie were keeping me stitched up in hilarity between “3 o’clock girls at 1:30”, my running list in my moleskine, the business card swap, and Katie practically reading my thoughts and keeping my lips buttoned before I really embarrassed myself. I saw everyone I have ever known in the past 8-10 years in one weekend. Talk about a blast from the past. As I wrap up another week and my thoughts run together, I prepare for a month. Until my next mental break…


My lists have lists…

4 04 2009

desktopMust be spring because my lists have been getting it on for some days now! This week has uncovered workplace emotions that have I have not really felt until this week. It has been a great exercise for my brain, but at a certain point on Friday my brain just stopped. I was looking at these phone call notes and trying to work on “inbox zero” and I couldn’t make anymore productive decisions. I think the moment I committed to bring the maxi-load of laundry home and jump in the car to Charleston did my day end right there. On the 4 hour drive home I was re-thinking phone conversations, to-do lists, and course of action for Monday. Today I offered to take the kids out to Sullivan’s Island and I’m thinking my time is running out to prepare for the next week. But I owe it to them, on Spring Break, and to myself to turn the brain off and just soak in the sun. So that is what I am doing today. I left my phone charger at home with the Slumdog Millionaire disc I had intended on bringing home for my mom. I was glazing over a book in bed, this morning, did I overhear my mom say,”She left the the disc at home” and my brother say, “She always leaves something.” I better pack the movie case now so I can return it to Blockbuster. Oh and I better grab the jacket I left on my birthday weekend, while I’m at it…

I’ve squandered my to-do list, rather it drowned me

14 03 2009

I woke up thiTo-Do List: From Buying Milk to Finding a Soul Mate, What Our Lists Reveal About Uss morning and needed to put much action to my list. I flipped through this book (image provided by Amazon.com). The author Sasha Cagen has a blog about people’s to-do lists, http://todolistblog.blogspot.com I just couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by my own to-do list. I have a series already from this month that I have, yet, to revisit and scratch off.  So I maintain to feel completely inundated by words on paper that have the power to bully me into pathetic guilt.

Regardless, I am aware of my floundering plate of itemized things to accomplish and hope to consolidate all of my lists in one plate. Awareness is the first step, right? Among the clouds in my sky are work items, event planning items, organizational items, and oh you know sometimes if I can manage to schedule a little happy time for myself–I try to get away with it!

I have filed my taxes, using the Freedom Edition, so my federal and state were free! Except they don’t like you to know it’s available. I read on Abi’s blog that she filed her for free and her brothers for not-so-free. So I just directed a volatile complaint to TurboTax to ask them, “What the heck, man?” and they promptly addressed my concerns. So lo and behold, I was filled in the TurboTax secret. Of course, it’s not easy to find on their homepage. So I shimmied on down to the IRS and followed the “free” trail. Huzzah!! And for those of you who made an AGI <$30,000 can also experience some “freedom”.

Now it’s off to scavenge for quarters and really concentrate on some laundry. I mean it has been officially over a month since my last load and maybe I cheated and did an in-betweenie at a friend’s house during a slumber party. However, I really could go on since I have enough unmentionables to last a few more days, but the weather is too cold to break into my skirt/dress collection. I really am in dire need of denim and pants, sadly. For once, it’s not the unmentionables!

So I am sitting on Patton Ave. and hear, you know, the typical Irish song on bagpipe. So I look out for a parade and guess what I saw! No kilt, no herds of Irish lassies prancin’ down the street, but a young lad who is very talented to play the bagpipe like someone out of the Hibernian Society. Then, I smiled because there is youthful appreciation to long-lasting tradition. In these little moments do I really treasure Asheville and it’s quirk, sadly, this town seldom fills tremendous and overflowing joy in my heart. I will give it chance to win me over again.

Happy Pi Day!