More than 24 hours later, I’m still kind of in shock. Yesterday, we went to the Josephine’s Redeemed Revival Spring Market at the Kitsap County Fairgrounds to shop for vintage/reclaimed/antique art, collectibles, and household goods. Continue reading “The new centerpiece of my home!”
I had to renew this web address this week and it made me start thinking – I miss this address! I’m going to start using it again and will slowly port my blog posts made in the interim on my other blog over to this one. I just can’t part with this web address!
That being said, I was recently promoted and my workload is WHOA MAMA CRAZY, so blogging is… infrequent at best, at least until I figure out work/life balance!
I’m at war.
I’m being pursued… by the Indominus rex, while running in heels, while trying to talk on the phone, while carrying a dozen eggs.
I’m exhausted. I’m trapped. I try evasive maneuvers, but my enemy is stronger, smarter, far more powerful. Continue reading “The war I can’t win”
A few years ago, I was a really crappy friend to someone I’ll call Summer. She and I met back when we were taking college classes at Indiana Tech and we became fast friends. Even after I moved away, we maintained a friendship. This wasn’t a surface-level friendship, either. We confided in each other about our struggles as wives and working women and we were always telling one another how thankful we were to have the other in our lives.
And then it all changed.
Continue reading “Christian creeps”
Despite the fact that I’ve been pretty transparent about my religious journey and have previously blogged that I was rejecting the LDS Church, it is now the Sunday of General Conference and I’m about to watch the afternoon session. Continue reading “Yeah. So… about that…”
My husband, deep in thought while at Crown Hill Cemetery.
My current obsession (who I’m lucky enough to get to see in concert in March) – Dustin Lynch
Gonna be some sweet sounds
Coming down on the nightshift
I bet you’re singing proud
Oh I bet you’ll pull a crowd
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
Oh you found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift – (The Commodores – 1985)
Working the nightshift is unique. When I’m work, it doesn’t feel quite like work. Yeah, I’m walking around our 1M sq. ft. facility, helping employees, answering questions, and dealing with things that come up, but it still feels different from any other job in the Human Resources field that I’ve ever had. I attribute that to the hours and the fact that I’m not reporting to some psycho CEO anymore. Things just feel more relaxed when it’s 11:30 at night. Sure, there are still 400 people in the building and millions of customers clicking “Buy” on our website every second, but it all just feels more relaxed and unhurried than during the day. Then when I head home, I’m the only one out on the road. There are no long lines of traffic, no break lights to contend with – it’s just me, my HHR, and the open road (well, if you don’t count the dozens of stoplights). It gives me time to think, contemplate, listen to the nuts calling in on Coast to Coast AM if I so choose (the Hopi Indians are apparently alien worshippers or something, according to last night’s show), or spend time listening to the old time radio shows saved on my iPhone. I go to bed when the sun comes up and eat breakfast at 1pm. Basically, my life is completely different than it was five weeks ago. I don’t even live in the same place anymore. Honestly, I’m left feeling a little bit adrift – a home that’s unfamiliar, a job I’m still learning. Still, there are things to look forward to, like my business trip to Seattle in January (and another on in April.) I’m finding that my focus is naturally shifting on where it needs to be. My writing muse is coming back. I’m anticipating the holiday season, even though I know I’m working mandatory 50 and 60 hours a week between Thanksgiving and Christmas (thanks, online shoppers!) I’m actually excited about things again. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way.
As I re-read this entry, I realize that I have no point to my thoughts. They’re all over the place, mixed in with song lyrics. I probably better go to bed. After all, the sun is about to come up soon, which is my cue to be asleep!
(I swear, future entries will make more sense.)