Mish-Mash
November 7, 2008
I have ten minutes.
I’ve turned 27 since we last spoke. My birthday, October 30th, is also the anniversary of when I began designing kitchens. It’s been five years and I currently have a fantastic kitchen being installed that makes me really feel like I’ve learned and grown so much in my profession. Designing kitchens and seeing them become reality has been a very fulfilling experience. Thoughts on paper suddenly in a person’s home, for what will most likely be a long time. So exciting!
We also have a new President. I try not to be overtly political on my blog, as that is not its destiny. However, I must write, I am a bit nervous about how the change we all desire will come about. I feel so much more confident in Barack Obama than I ever have in our current leader. I see a lot of fear in some people, and on the flip side, a lot of hope in others. We are on the cusp of something… but I can’t tell if it’s good or bad yet. I recognize that we are at that point- the turning point. I am trying to remain fully present in the moment, because nobody knows what the future will bring.
I am going ice skating soon. This will be my second time ever. The first time, I took pride in not falling once. I really hope that I can continue skating in that fashion.
I wanted to write a blog once about how much I despise the style of high waisted pants. So I am just gonna say it here, right now: High waisted pants are hideous and make women look really strange. I will never wear high waisted pants.
Another thought I had recently: Christmas is raped by consumerism and capitalism every single year and I am tired of it. Why can’t people just gather together, share dinner, exchange a small gift or card, and enjoy each other’s presence instead of copious amounts of presents. Wegman’s (grocery store) has a sign up, practically apologizing for the fake Christmas trees and other holiday related junk, blaming it on those who “like to do their shopping early”.
I started taking fish oil supplements for Omega 3 fatty acids. You should too.
Have you ever noticed people picking their noses while they drive? I noticed this one day and wanted to blog about it. I counted about 12 people on my drive home picking their noses. How about really strange faces… or singing to themselves? Doesn’t anyone realize that I can see them through the glass?
My windshield on my car got broken by a stone flying off of a Lopke Construction truck this past August. Their motto is “We rock the Southern Tier” and your windshield. They took care of it quickly and at no charge, so I am cool with them stoning me.
I started cleaning the gargantuan pile of papers cluttering the dining room table. What a mess. It took me hours to sort and file and get things put away. There is no good method to it except willpower and a desire to complete the task at hand.
I suppose rambling on in my blog should come to an end now. What a mish-mash of thoughts.
I really must post about my Spring and Autumn vacations.
Until then, my one or two friends. 
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November 8th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
This is going to sound awful at first, but I hope you fell when you went ice skating. It’s not that I wish ill upon my good friend, but I think that’s the way it has to go if you want to learn. Sure, you can get by in an afternoon on the rink playing it safe by the ledge, but to get good you have to take risks. This is the thing that stuck out the most to me in your post. I think it’s the best metaphor I can see that ties it all together from Obama to high-waisted pants: getting good at something does not mean we never mess up. To get good, we fall, learn from it, and get back up and do better. Maybe this is what the Bush presidency was all about. Or maybe I’m just an optimist ignoring the natural swing of the pendulum.
November 16th, 2008 at 7:53 pm
Ha. Hmm. I didn’t fall, however I did take risks. Who said I was clinging to the wall the entire time? It was nearby… but sometime not. I flailed my arms on several occasions, but my sense of balance took care of me. I remote viewed my feet and stared ahead without looking down in order to skate better. That was interesting. I found that going faster made it easier, which was very freeing.
I enjoy the metaphor you found, however, I do not know if falling over and over always teaches a lesson about how not to fall… ahem, Mr. Bush. And what about high waisted pants? Hideous, yet haute couture brings them back to torture women every five to ten years. I must add, in the world of roller skating, I never got much better than wobbly wall clinger, regardless of the number of times I fell. I guess I wouldn’t fall as much now…
I plan to go ice skating again soon.
I will post a blog about my experience, just for you.
Love!