Monday, August 20, 2012

Music Monday

I spent a decent amount of time in the car this weekend. That means I had a lot of time to listen to music via my Regina Spektor & Josh Damigo Pandora station. I had heard both of these songs before this weekend, but they both struck a chord a little differently this time. (For different reasons)

First...Jay Brannan "Beautifully"


This song is just so...beautiful. Sad, honest, raw, and beautiful. I heard it three times while driving and after the second time I bought it on iTunes. The lyrics are below.
Every time he goes, she dies
Every time she comes, she cries

He was her long, bright future

In the middle of a wrong, dark road
He loved her, but he wasn't too sure
If he could return the love she showed
When she said, my love extends
Beyond the realm of being friends
He kissed her head
And quietly he said

It's not that you're not beautiful, you're just not beautiful to me

She said, how beautiful do I have to be?
When I look in the mirror, you're the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully

Well, ten thousand tears passed by

But she never let him see her cry
And he called up down one night
He said, let's get in the car and just drive

He talked a lot about loneliness

But why, she didn't know
And some song about Memphis
Was playing on the radio
She said, let's stop the car and slow dance
Won't you just give me a chance?
He took her hand
And hoped she'd understand

It's not that you're not beautiful, you're just not beautiful to me

She said, how beautiful do I have to be?
When I look in the mirror, you're the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully

Well, she'll burn that bridge

And build a house
And swallow the smoke in her mouth
She'll feel the burn
And then make the choice
To put the fire in her voice

It's not that you're not beautiful, you're just not beautiful to me

She said, how beautiful do I have to be?
When I look in the mirror, you're the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully
It is tragic, but lovely, isn't it?

The other song...is a bit different. "Beautifully" resonated with me, because I have been (maybe still am) the girl in the song. This one, I just love. I didn't particularly love the original, but this cover is just amazing. Plus, it is just so much fun to sing along to in the car!

Without further ado, Obadiah Parker "Hey Ya"
{Ok, I guess Blogger doesn't allow two YouTube videos in one post...so here's the link. I hope you go watch it, you will not regret it!}

Yup. That just happened. My favorite line? "Okay, now ladies! Now we gonna break this thing down in just a few seconds. Now don't have me break this thing down for nothin'. I want to see ya'll on ya'll's badest behavior!" Just perfect. Don't you agree? :) 

Friday, August 17, 2012

Friday's Letters

This song has a hold on me lately...

Dear Life, Things are about to get real crazy. I may even need to write SLEEP in my day planner, just to make sure it actually happens. But with everything on in the next few weeks, I just have one request: don't fly by. While it is going to be a madhouse up in hurrr for a little bit, I want to relish in it. Relish in the fact that this is my life, and I'm blessed and healthy enough to be living it this way. Dear Warrior Dash, BRING IT. By 1030am tomorrow, if everything goes as planned, I'll be a warrior. Dear Family, I can't wait to see you all at the Flying Pig Ranch! Dear Self, Remember to breath, be honest, and laugh. You can get through anything if you can do those three things.

 PS) If you haven't checked out the blog below, you're missing out. Ashely is an extremely talented writer & photographer. Her blog cracks me up on a pretty regular basis. And she hosts this lovely Friday's Letters link-up, so what's not to love? :)
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Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Bumpy Ride

How often do you reevaluate the priorities in your life? And how do you decide which priorities go where? I think I may be at a pivotal point in my life journey. Up until this point, I have tried to be all things for all people. Depending on how I measure it, my success rate is anywhere from 30%-90%. It is higher if I look at my ability to say yes to the greater majority of opportunities as a success measure. The lower rate is if I look at my involvement in those opportunities qualitatively. What do I mean? Let's look at what my involvements (priorities) are:

PR/Development Director @ HPFC (full-time)
Barista @ Copper Rock (part-time, mostly just Saturdays/Sundays)
Resident Director @ ABC (full-time...ish. live-in position. boys haven't moved in yet.)
ABC Student Affairs Committee (one meeting/month)
ABC Board of Directors (one meeting every other month...I think?)
MPC Strat Plan Task Force, Moderator (two meetings/month plus work between meetings)
HPFC Marketing/PR Committee, Staff Chair (one meeting/month plus work between meetings)
NPD Planning Committee, Co-Chair (one meeting/month plus work between meetings)
AFP, Vice-President (one - two meetings/quarter)
Rotary Ambassadors, Co-Chair (one meeting/quarter)

On top of all of that, I'm also in Kiwanis, Rotary and PEO. I volunteer at the concerts on Thursdays. I play on the bags league (which will soon be the skeeball league). Oh, and I do have friends and family to see and stay connected with. And then there's this whole faith thing I'm trying to work on. Wait...what did you say? Yeah, that's right. Somewhere in there I'm also supposed to find time to just enjoy being me.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love absolutely everything I am involved in. And I love being busy, I don't know anything else but busy. However, I think I am officially over-committed.  I am a few months over 24 and I feel like I am in a staring competition with burn out, just waiting to see who blinks first.

Here is where my struggle comes in. I do love being so involved, but I know that I'm not giving all of these commitments my full potential. It would be impossible for me to do that. It is also impossible for me to cut the list down to only one commitment that receives all of my attention. However, it is possible and quite frankly, necessary, for me to narrow down this list to something more reasonable. If we look at that list above, and add in the couple other things I mentioned - Kiwanis, Rotary, PEO, volunteering, leagues, friends, family, faith and myself - it appears that I am being pulled in 19 different directions. Whaaaat? 19 directions. One girl.

But what stays and what goes? How many directions are too many? What is the perfect number I am looking for? And then there is the most daunting question: how do I cut things out and face disappointing the person/people I originally said yes to? Yup. There's the heart of this whole mess. I fear disappointment more than I fear burn out. I say yes when I should say no, just to avoid disappointment.

I need to refocus, adjust my priorities, and reclaim my life. I need to make sure that I can say I am truly proud of the work I do with each commitment in my life. To give anything less than my best isn't fair. And it isn't worth it. I am going to need to learn to say no and, in some cases, to step down. I am going need to confront disappointment and stay strong.

Here we go, folks. The ride is about to get bumpy.

Of course Pinterest had a picture for this blog post...

Monday, August 13, 2012

Life as an RD, Part 1: Embarrassing

I'll have to laugh myself to sleep tonight
 It looks like I get to begin my journey of documenting my life in this position a little earlier than expected.

Here's the scene: I'm in bed, reading. It's getting to the point where I'm ready to turn the light out and call it a night. But then I hear car doors slam and voices that sound fairly close. I put down my book and focus on the noises. Was that the front door? Is that a phone ringing? Where are these voices? They're getting closer, I duck down out of sight. And then I hear an "Excuse me?" I pull myself up just enough for my head to be in the window "...Yeah?" They go on to explain that they're former students here to pick up their mail, so I say I'll meet them around front.

After awkward introductions and a stumbling conversation, they're out the door with their mail and I'm back in bed.

Lessons learned: lights off. blinds closed. pajamas.

Oh, and apparently the doorbell doesn't work. And there's a phone in the foyer. Both good to know.

I hope they didn't leave and immediately text the returners to tell them how awkward I am...I swear I'm normal in the morning.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Foodie Post

I don't cook very often. I also don't eat out very often. I just tend to eat a lot of raw foods. However, I was inspired yesterday and decided that I wanted to give chicken parmesan a try. I bought most of the ingredients last night, but lost my inspiration. This morning I went to the farmers market and bought merlot noodles (yum!) and knew I would be making the chicken parmesan. Enter life (and TMI). I got home from the farmers market and spent the next 3 hours unable to be away from a bathroom for more than 5 minutes at a time. Stomach flu? Food poisoning? I don't know, but it definitely took away my appetite. I still wanted to make the chicken parm though...especially with the thought of those merlot noodles so fresh in my mind! So I made it. And tasted a bite. Delicious. I look forward to eating it for lunch this week since I obviously won't be eating it tonight!

merlot noodles by dalla terra

chicken parmesan, with merlot noodles and fresh mozzarella

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Friday's Letters

Dear US Venture Open participants and organizers,  THANK YOU. Thank you so much for participating in and organizing such an amazing event. 800 golfers, 100+ volunteers, and countless other supporters all came together for a day of golf, networking, fun...and fundraising. Over $1.85 million was raised to fight the root causes the poverty in our community. I can't explain how proud I am to have taken part in such an event. Dear hormones, You suck. The end. Dear Mother Nature, This rain was so needed. And you won't hear a single complaint from me about the drop in temperatures. Bring on jeans, sweater and boots weather! (I'm so ready for fall!) Dear weekend, It's on. Yoga, farm market, block party volunteering, and volleyball are just the beginning. The real task: get the house ready and organized. Scholars move in in t-minus 21 days. BOOM. Dear self, What's meant to be will always find a way. Promise yourself to always remember this - through the good and the bad.


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Thankful

Today, I feel thankful.

I stopped at Copper Rock this morning on my way to work (as I usually do). However, instead of making my regular drink, a 16 ounce iced americano, I poured a 16 ounce dark roast coffee. Why the change? Well, because it isn't 100* anymore. It is a crisp low 70s when I leave my house in the morning. That tells me summer is on its way out and fall is finding it way in. I love the changing of the seasons.

16oz Three Peaks Roast
I put in a 15 hour day yesterday. Woke up at 530a, got dressed & ready, out the door and on the road at 6a. After a stop at Copper Rock (northside) for a 20oz iced americano and peanut butter flax seed bar, I was off to Green Bay where I spent the next 8 hours at beautiful Oneida Golf and Country Club. I worked a par 3 hole - chatting away with golfers, making bets with US Venture Bucks and enjoying the perfect summer day. I then made my way to Van Abel's in good 'ol Hollandtown. The 17,000 square foot tent was abuzz with excitement from the day's events and anticipation for the night's speakers: Nancy Lopez welcomed Jack Nicklaus to the stage. But at the end of the night, the real reason for the 15 hour day came down to this one number: 1.85 million. That's dollars raised, folks. One.million.eight.hundred.and.fifty.dollars. All being matched by the JJ Keller family foundation. All being designated to grants for organizations fighting the root causes of poverty. All staying in our community. (Speechless and teary-eyed over here)

800 golfers + 120 dinner guests + volunteers = $1,850,000
This golf outing started 27 years ago and made $48,000 in their first year. Don't ever underestimate the power of a few people working hard for a great cause. The Schmidt and Keller families could move mountains if they put their minds to it. I'm convinced, and in awe of their dedication.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Friday's Letters

Who doesn't love an amazing cheese plate?

Dear Kiwanis, You were a little too political for me today. First the joke about no chickens in Appleton. Let's all just agree that the defeating vote on that was about fear of change, not fear of chickens. Then, 10 happy dollars were donated in place of the dinner that said member would have been having at Chik-fil-A if Appleton had one. I don't really care if you do or don't eat at Chik-fil-A, but wanting to eat there and voicing it BECAUSE of their anti-gay remarks is NOT OK. (However, this gives me some comfort!) Dear life, As much as you confuse me, I really am pretty darn happy right now. Dear peanut butter flax seed bars, Stop being so good!!!! Dear Chic to Chic, Thanks for the great deals! I'm loving my new threads and will definitely be making you a staple in my shopping routine now. Dear Copper Rock, I work 7a-4p tomorrow...please be gentle with me.
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