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Easter blessings

April 13th, 2012

Last week we celebrated Easter in typical Club M style – church and a party. We went to the Easter vigil service which was THREE HOURS LONG. Then stopped for our typical post-Easter grocery store and goodie grab. We spent the rest of the evening eating junk food, drinking chocolate milk (only for special occasions!) talking about Easter and other important and not so important things, laughing and just celebrating a new season together. We went to bed late with fully bellies, happy hearts and tired eyes.
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The next morning was a blitz of cooking and cleaning and getting ready for party #1 – Easter brunch. We had a few of our close friends over for some of Mom’s infamous Kick-asserole, Janae’s infamous Cinnabon cake, Merrick’s infamous waffles and a newly minted Club M drink – Bellosa, which was a Bellini + Mimosa  (aka peach champagane + orange juice = heavenly bliss).
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After a few hours of brunching, the morning crowd headed out and we ran a few loads of dishes and got ready for the evening crowd, party #2 – Easter dinner.

Dinner started with some delicious appetizers, wine, champagne, beer and liquor – My bartender knows how to do it right! He knows so well in fact that we got a mini fridge for alcohol. And it is full. Yes, we are in college again.
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After a few drinks and apps, dinner was served – Honey baked ham, salmon, roasted potatoes, rice, steamed asparagus, mixed veggies and of course topped off with chocolate tuxedo pie.

We spent the entire evening laughing and talking. We finished 2.5 bottles of wine, 1 bottle of champagne and half a bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey. The evening ended late with happy, buzzing and full guests.
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It was a beautiful Easter day spent with people we love and hearty meals, all in remembrance of Christ’s resurrection. And thanks to some wonderful friends, my house smells like lovely Easter lilies – still reminding me of the great friends and great sacrifice from a week ago.
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Summer fun-in’

July 8th, 2011

Reasons I love summer summer summer time!

-You can finally play Will Smith’s “Summer Time”or do people not wait all year to play that anymore?

-All the FRUIT. Ah delish. It’s just so accessible and easy to eat as a snack. Plus, fruit salads have become a fave – spinach, strawberries, pear, blue cheese, cashews = heaven in my mouth. And no need for any dressing (but if you do, a vinaigrette is muy bueno)

-Sleeping with the windows open, the fan on and just a sheet. Sometimes in the middle of the night when it’s gotten a little cooler, the Mister snuggles all close so I can keep him warm. For the non-cuddler that he is, I love these moments.

-BBQ’in! I’ve got a live in Grill Master, and nothing beats his grilled chicken, tri tip, corn, ‘taters, asparagus… mmm I’m getting hungry just thinking about it (ps we’re having a bbq tomorrow night if you wanna come…)

-Everyone is so active! I love going out and seeing runners, bikers, walkers, everyone getting their move on! It’s encouraging and inspiring to be moving myself

-Da Beach!

-The convertible. Every other time of the year (and sometimes in the summer too…) I hate our convertible… it’s tiny, my hair ALWAYS gets messed up, and it’s loud. But there’s just something about driving with the top down in the summer time that makes me happy

-My freckles aka “angel kisses” (according to Grammy D) come out of hiding.

-Tan lines that prove you were active (cuz nothing’s cooler than a running tank tan line right?)

-No need to blow dry the hair or wear makeup… beachy hair is in right? And the sun kissed glow will be my color… Or I’ll just keep telling myself that

-Smoothies, mocha lattes, ice cream, fro yo!

-Well August 5th, duh. Number one reason for summer.

-When I get home from work at 8pm it’s still light out!

-But most of all, those aforementioned cold husband cuddles. Those are the best.

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Mommy Dearest

May 8th, 2011

To the Mamma Bear that raised me and loved me and drove me crazy (although I think that one was mutual…), I’m so glad we’ve become so close. I’m so grateful for everything I’ve learned from you.

You’ve taught me so much, and I’m eternally grateful!

You taught me how to dance
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check out the hair and the white girl overbite…awesome

You taught me how to drink… or did I teach you that? I guess the world will never know!
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You taught me to enjoy the sunshine… and get the heck outta Dodge Michigan to enjoy the year round sunshine
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You taught me the importance of the occasional pampering
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pedicure bliss baby! Oh and an appearance from Flat Stanley…

You taught me the meaning of family
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Most of all you taught me how to love
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You sacrificed your dreams and wants for your family. You were a taxi driver, a cheerleader, a top chef, a curfew-enforcer (didn’t like that one so much…). You taught me how to pray and how to be a wife. You led by example and I looked up to you. You wiped the tears, and shared the memories. You taught me flexibility and the merits of hard work. You have the hardest job in the house and you do it with grace.

You’re a beautiful, strong, inspiring, incredible woman and I’m so thankful for you.

They say, “you become your mother,” and there’s nothing I’d like more than to be like you.

To my number one Mom, Go Wings!

Happy Mother’s Day. I love you.

Unanswered prayers

April 26th, 2011

“Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers” -Garth Brooks

Sometimes it feels like I’m not getting answers and my prayers aren’t heard. But then I sit and really think about it, and all of my prayers have been answered. Sometimes the answer is “Yes,” (Lord, please get me into grad school), sometimes the answer is “No” (Lord, can you give me a million dollars?) and  sometimes the answer is “Not now.” (Lord, let us be able to buy a house)

When I was figuring out where to go to grad school, I applied to Cal State Long Beach as my number 1, and UCI as my back-up, #2 school. I got deferred to Long Beach State to start Spring 2011 and I got in to UCI to start Fall 2010. At first I was super bummed. I didn’t want to wait a whole ‘nother year to “start” my career. I hadn’t heard much about UCI’s program, and I was already in love with Long Beach State. Plus, the chance to hang out in Snoop Dog’s hood? Sign me up, diggity dog!

Fast forward to now, when I’m almost half way done with a 2 year program at UCI. I’d be just starting my 3 year program at Long Beach State. An “unanswered” prayer. I’ve met some really great people through UCI who’ve become some really great friends, another “unanswered” prayer. I’m driving 20 minutes 2x/week instead of  driving from Laguna Beach to Long Beach (about an hour  both ways) three times a week. An “unanswered” prayer. In my small class of 12 people, the professors are able to know us. I have their cell phone numbers and call them by their first names. UCI’s program offers an important class that Long Beach State’s doesn’t. An “unanswered” prayer.

Although it may seem like small fries, this lovely lady put it best, it’s grace in the small things.

Today I’m grateful that God’s plan is greater than mine.

Mamma said a lady ain’t what she wears, but what she knows…

April 18th, 2011

As I’m coming out of my recent funk, my chin’s a little higher, I’m laughing a little more. It’s getting better, slowly. I realize a lot of my recent angst has been playing the comparison and numbers game.

I’d been too focused on each number and how I can get that number to change. The number on the scale, my grades, the size of my pants, how long I work out, how many calories go in, etc… It’d all become a huge part of the mess in my head. I let those numbers control me and I found my identity in them, thinking to myself how much better or worse I was compared to someone else with different numbers. “Oh she got a 98% on her paper, I only got a 95%… Oh she weighs X lbs, well I’m way less than that…” I gave those numbers power. If my number was higher or lower than that girl, I’d either jump for joy and put myself on the pedestal, or I’d beat myself up cuz “I’m not as good as her…”

All that is nonsense.  My numbers don’t mean anything. The numbers only have power if I give them power, if I make my identity from them. But really, they’re just numbers. The number on my paper or the number on the scale doesn’t say anything about me. I am way more than a jeans size or a GPA.

Now this isn’t to say I’m suddenly “cured” of my comparison crappola that clouds the minds of all women, but it’s more of a realization of it. Recognizing the problem is the first step.

In addition to recognizing the problem, I’m also just now realizing my potential and my gifts. My husband tells me all the time, but I’m just now realizing he’s right – I am pretty awesome  and I have a lot to offer. I don’t do myself, or the ONE who gave me the gifts, justice by festering in my “woe is me” and comparison attitude. I’ve got a lot going for me and I’ve got a lot to add to light up the lives of those around me too.

So in the words of India Arie,

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing, I will always be me

When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me
Every freckle on my face is where it’s supposed to be
And I know my creator didn’t make no mistakes on me
My feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes; I’m lovin’ what I see
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Am I less of a lady if I don’t wear pantyhose? My mama said a lady ain’t what she wears, but what she knows
But, I’ve drawn a conclusion, it’s all an illusion, confusion’s the name of the game
A misconception, a vast deception, something’s gotta change
Don’t be offended this is all my opinion , ain’t nothing that I’m sayin law
This is a true confession of a life learned lesson I was sent here to share with y’all
So get in where you fit in go on and shine,clear your mind, now’s the time
Put your salt on the shelf
Go on and love yourself
‘, cuz everything’s gonna be all right

Keep your fancy drinks and your expensive minks, I don’t need that to have a good time
Keep your expensive car and your caviar. All I need is my guitar
Keep your Kristal and your pistol. I’d rather have a pretty piece of crystal
Don’t need your silicone I prefer my own,
What God gave me is just fine

I’m not the average girl from your video
and I ain’t built like a supermodel
But, I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen

I’m not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I’m wearing I will always be me

Big love in Texas

April 6th, 2011

I had the pleasure of witnessing one of my oldest friends get married to her sweet, Texan cowboy last weekend.

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The earliest memory I have of Mary is when she was in 7th grade and I was in 6th grade and I had just made the HUGE leap into the cool middle school youth group. I was all scrawny and intimidated, but Mary – one of the older, much cooler girls was so sweet to me. And we’ve kinda been stuck ever since. We’ve literally grown up together and have seen each other through every milestone. Birthdays and drivers licenses and graduations, and everything in between and everything after. Because Mary was older and always hit the milestones a year and a half before me, I was so grateful to have her and the other cooler, older friend, Maria there guiding me as I grew up behind them.

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The three of us were together as we were angsty teenagers dealing with our crazy mothers (I love you Mammacita!). Mary and Maria were there hosting my 20th birthday party in the big girl apartment when I was still in the dorms. They were there giving me shots at my wedding (and holding my hair back after…) .

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We were there together celebrating Maria’s wedding. These girls get me like no one else does. They get my history and my family and most importantly, my faith. They get Merrick and I and our future plans. They still can get a little crazy with me when we need to dance and drink.

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Mary has always been there for me, for Maria and for everyone she knows. So though I’m sad to see Mary halfway across the country in Lonestar Land, and so far from Maria and myself, I’m so incredibly happy Mary found the guy who will be there for her.

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And though she’ll say she found big love in Texas, I gotta say I found big love in Michigan with her and Maria as beautiful girlfriends who allowed the pesky little 6th grader to tag along behind in admiration.

Mary D was in town!!!

Congratulations Mary & Jason!

Count your blessings

March 13th, 2011

A life was taken too soon. Still in the thrills of being a newlywed, and she’s left a widow at 25. His family and friends are left hurting and wishing they could have been there more, would have checked in with him more, and now they can’t. How many “I love you’s” were unsaid, how many petty fights were there, how many feelings hurt? And now it’s too late…

The tragedy just outside of our close circle was a wake up call for the SCB and I. Life is short. All the petty things are so trivial. It doesn’t matter if I get, God-forbid, a B+ in class. It doesn’t matter that we still live in an apartment instead of the big beautiful house we want.  It doesn’t matter that I’m cleaning up the kitchen again. None of that nonsense makes any difference in the long run.

That rude awakening of a friends death made us hold on to each other tighter, say the “I love you’s” more, make an effort more. And it’s made me extremely grateful for all I have. I have absolutely everything I could ever need… and then some! I have love and happiness and health and a beautiful home (even if the decor isn’t quite up to par… ;) ) and a great job and a paid off car.

Here’s a tip for today: Tell someone you love them. Why you appreciate them. And that thing that really irritates you? Let it go. Don’t complain today that it’s raining in SoCal. Look at Japan. Don’t complain that your heels are so last season or that you’re over everything in your closet. Look at the children who own one pair of shoes. Be grateful for the blessings.

Today I’m thankful  for my health and strong working legs that allow me to run.

Today I appreciate the relationship I’ve formed with BIL.