Tuesday, August 31, 2010

After shopping all weekend...I'm beginning to get excited about leaving bathing suit weather (probably because I was never "ready" for suit weather) and heading into scarves, boots, and rich color for the fall. Poorlittlerichgirls.com gives the salute to suits and hello to more fabric!

Monday, August 30, 2010

On May 19th, I got the best birthday gift anyone could ask for...a black and white pic of the most perfect little human being I've ever seen. My baby sister Casey is having a baby herself! After numerous trips to Gymboree and Baby Gap and several dollars later, my closets begin to fill with clothing for the Sprout (I coined this name for the bambino). Just when I thought my heart couldn't be more full, my sister calls and asks if I could be the person that stays with her the week after she has the baby to cook, clean, and basically be the overbearing caretaker. I've never been so in awe of my sister. She's calm. She carefully reads labels and ditches toxic lotions. She avoids cold cuts and queso (nearly impossible). Just watching her be a mother to be fascinates me. As her belly grows, so does my excitement. December will be the best month of our lives. I look forward to meeting the most perfect little man that this family is eagerly waiting for!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Pain is Beauty

I had 1 hour to pamper myself today. During my luxurious medi/pedi, I balanced my laptop, briefcase, cell phone, and call planner on my lap. While answering all of my calls and completing quotes, I finally was able to pick my nail color. When they say pain is beauty, they weren't kidding. On the bright side, at least I'm now able to blog instead of doing my day's work.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Remedy for the Sunday Blues

Sunday Blues....we all get them! Laundry, cleaning, packing lunches, etc...the clock ticks and it's hours away from the dreaded Monday morning. Countless Sundays have been spent begging Brett to let me be a stay at home wife (anyone who knows me knows that this is ludicrous!)and decorate the home/cook...all so I don't have to get back to the phone, computer, etc on Monday morning. Millions of people in this country (hence Thursday morning statistics released) are suffering from layoffs and jobless days. It was time to stop the bellyaching and kick those Sunday Blues!

Every Sunday I begin preparing a artery clogging meal with all the trimmings, bread, and dessert. Christmas and Easter shouldn't be the only time we use the dining room....or the Waterford. So I haven't exactly broken out the cloth napkins, but you get the point. Candles lit, Jack Johnson dancing through the air, and my husband leading us in grace. Sunday nights are our time...and we no longer make time for the Sunday Blues.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Fight or Flight

I've traveled for years. My first flight was when I was just a toddler and I can still remember the excitement of choosing what candy I could pack in my knapsack and the Delta wings pin I would earn at the end of a flight. Hundreds of times I've flown and have loved every minute of it.
About 2 years ago I gathered my book, bottled water, 1 carry on and went to board one of my most common flights, leaving my family beach house in Pawley's Island, SC. I had a panic attack. A HUGE attack. I didn't board...instead I rented a car last minute and drove 9 hrs home that night. From that day on, I've had enormous anxiety about flying. Hypnosis, drugs, relaxation music, etc could not stop the panic that I have when walking down the terminal.
I recently had to fly to Seattle and after crying hysterically as my husband waved goodbye, I knew I had to relax and try and board without backing out. As I was walking down the terminal, I followed a small little 4 year old boy that skipped down the aisle with Bob the Builder backpack bouncing freely on his back. To his credit, this hyper little boy was the only distraction I had prior to needing a brown bag and xanex. He turns around, jumps in the air, lands with his legs spread out and arms wide open yelling as loud as he can at me, "I'M SO EXCITED, I'M SO EXCITED...THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE! I GET TO FLYYYYY!!!!"
My anxiety was miraculously gone. It never returned. With so many high stress situations I'm put in on a daily basis with my career, I now think of the excitement and pure joy of such an innocent little human being. As we get older, life's circumstances create fear, uncertainty and doubt. I'm learning to take on each impossible situation like my first day of flying...fearless.