Monday, June 22, 2009

OMG I was tagged!!

This is so cool, I was tagged! Heather tagged me in a post called "Show me your heart."

The tag: "with as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in: a picture, a poem, a song (or piece of music), a phrase (or quote), an item of clothing, a place, and (just for fun) a Disney princess. If you want to join in, tag 6 more blogs."

I think I have mentioned to you all my complete and utter lack of creativity...yes? But I'll try.

A picture:



One week from today it'll be one year. Wow, time flies.

A poem:

I'm going to have to work on this one for awhile...check back later.

A song:

"How bout them cowgirls" by George Strait - it reminds me of my teenage years when I was young, carefree and naive. No, I didn't herd cattle or ride colts, but I baled hale and raised hundreds of lambs.

I felt the rush of the Rio Grande into Yellowstone
And I've seen first-hand Niagra Falls
And the lights of Vegas
I've criss-crossed down to Key Biscayane
And Chi-town via Bangor, Maine
Think I've seen it all
And all I can say is

Chorus:
How 'bout them cowgirls
Boys ain't they somthin'
Sure are some proud girls
And you can't tell 'em nothin'
And I tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls

She's ridin' colts in Steamboat Springs
Bailing hay outside Abilene
She's tryin' hard
To fit in in some city
But her home is 'neath that big, blue sky
And the Northern Plains and those other wide open spaces
Now days there ain't as many

Chorus

But how 'bout them cowgirls
Boys ain't they somthin'
Sure are some proud girls
And you can't tell 'em nothin'
And I tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls

Boy, she don't need you and she don't need me
She can do just fine on her own two feet
But she wants a man who wants her to be herself
And she'll never change, don't know how to hide
Her stubborn will or her fightin' side
But you treat her right and she'll love you like no one else

Yeah, how 'bout them cowgirls
Boys ain't they somethin'
Sure are some proud girls
But you can't beat their lovin'
And I'll tell you right now girls
May just be seven wonders of this big, old round world
But how 'bout them cowgirls

How 'bout 'em boys

A phrase:

"Comparison is the thief of joy." - Skinny Bitch

An item of clothing:

Okay, so it's not an item of clothing, it's a quilt. But really, can there be a better symbol of cozy, homey, loveliness than a quilt? I didn't think so.



A place:

Small town America. When I think of the perfect place to live, I think of a large ranch outside a small town in middle America. This picture (courtesy of The Pioneer Woman's website) makes me think of that perfect place:



A Disney Princess:

Cinderella: I love a Disney Princess who's also a maid. Long live the clean freaks!



Okay, so the final part of this tag is tagging six more people to do the same. I think four people regularly follow my blog, and one of them is Heather. So, I'll just tag those who are left and/or people I know who have a blog who might stop by.

The Arc
Kendal's Tendrils
Grateful for the Everyday

101 Things About Me

1. I met my husband at work. He was a contracted vendor and I was an employee, under my desk, butt sticking out, searching for a box.
2. Ask my husband what he remembers about when we met, and it’s the butt sticking out from under my desk part. Go figure.
3. I just bought my first house (with hubby) almost four months ago. It’s about a mile from where I grew up, even though I swore I’d never move back here.
4. I have two dogs, although only one lives with me. The other lives on acreage with my parents and has been adopted by my dad. She’d hate the suburbs.
5. I can’t wait to move back to the country and have a plethora of animals, both domesticated and farm, like when I was growing up.
6. I want my kids to grow up and be in 4-H and FFA like I was, but I also want them to play sports, unlike me.
7. If I have girls I want them to take dance lessons for ever so they’re comfortable dancing in crowds…I love to dance but never do it because I feel like I have no rhythm and look like an idiot.
8. I always thought working in an office would be cool, but now that I’ve been doing it for 9 years (next month) I think it sucks and now I don’t know what I want to do.
9. I want four kids, but only if I can be a stay at home mom when they’re young.
10. I’m terrified of having children. Pregnancy, birth, the whole thing – I don’t have them yet because I don’t know if I can do it.
11. I don’t play well with others. I hate working on teams at work or in school.
12. I like things to be done my way (did you get that from #11?). I’m working on compromising, but it’s a long battle.
13. I am obsessed with keeping things clean but at the same time I’m a natural born slob. It’s an internal struggle.
14. The only thing my husband and I fight about is cleaning. I voluntarily do all the cleaning, but ask that he just pick up after himself. He’s trying. I think.
15. I think vacuuming is calming.
16. I am a professional procrastinator. I think I do my best work at the last minute.
17. I don’t have any hobbies. Unless you count watching TV as a hobby.
18. I’m not passionate about anything. I like lots of things, and I enjoy doing lots of things, but if I had an unlimited amount of money to start a business doing something I’m passionate about, I couldn’t think of a business to start.
19. Besides the house I grew up in (17 years of living there), the longest I’ve lived in one house is 2 years and 2 months.
20. In nine years I’ve worked for six different departments.
21. I have excellent writing and grammar skills, although I don’t remember any of the rules of writing; I simply know when something is right or wrong (although if I’m writing fast like when I’m blogging, I may not go back and fix things, so please don’t point out all of my errors).
22. I hate my teeth. I didn’t take care of them when I was young like I should have, and now I’m paying the price.
23. I’m irrationally afraid of the dentist, even though my dentist is fantastic. I practically get an ulcer every time I have to go to a dental appointment.
24. I would love to be a writer for a living but I have writer’s block…all the time.
25. I have a lot of great ideas but I don’t follow through on anything. That’s probably my worst fault.
26. I love Donald Trump. I know, I’m sorry, but I do.
27. I hate most reality TV shows. The only one I really watched was Newlyweds with Nick and Jessica, and that’s because I had a non-sexual girl crush on Jessica.
28. I love to watch TV, and I own a TON of TV series on DVD.
29. I love to read, and I choose books by their cover. I’m usually pretty good at choosing great books this way.
30. I don’t like it when books become movies (except for Harry Potter). The movies are never as good as the books, and they ruin the way I imagine the characters (e.g. Confessions of a Shopaholic).
31. I was addicted to Starbucks and went two to three times a day, but I quit drinking coffee three months ago. I still want it every day, but so far I’ve been strong.
32. I would love to be in law enforcement, but I’m scared of criminals and I’d throw up at disgusting crime scenes.
33. I cry over everything – movies, books, weddings. I even cry when I’m angry.
34. I tend to be a loudmouth, yet I’m afraid of confrontation.
35. I don’t mind giving speeches (and even sort of enjoy it) but I’m terrified of raising my hand in class.
36. I’m comfortable speaking up at work, but won’t do it in class – I get nervous around people my own age.
37. I always wanted more siblings (sorry E!) because my mom had six sisters and they all do things together. I wanted a big group of siblings to hang out with.
38. I wish I was better at managing my money. I used to be a great saver, but I’ve become much more of an impulse shopper as I get older. I’m getting better again.
39. I’ve had more cell phones than anyone I know. I started buying them on eBay, using them for awhile, and then selling them again. I got an iPhone a few months ago, and I think I’ve finally broken the cycle.
40. I would love to be a stay at home mom, but I also want to be a high-powered corporate career woman.
41. If I had the chance to be a stay at home mom, I’d worry about the stigma attached to it when (and if) I was ever ready to go back to work.
42. I judge people based on first impressions. I know that’s not a good thing, but I’ve always done it.
43. Before I met my husband every relationship I had broke up after the first fight; I thought that a fight meant it was over.
44. I’m a selfish person, yet I love giving to others. I love giving gifts, doing nice things for people, and volunteering my time (although I don’t do much of that).
45. I’m a total control freak.
46. If I could be any TV character, I’d be either Monica from Friends or Samantha from Bewitched. Or any female law enforcement FBI agent/cop/detective.
47. I love to buy cars. I enjoy the car-buying experience and haggling with the salesmen.
48. My dad is my work idol. He was a great manager and director and I wish I could be just like him.
49. A Starbucks Iced Venti Latte is my perfect food (did I mention giving up coffee has been a struggle?).
50. I try not to let what others think matter, but it still does.
51. I often wonder what I would be/do if what others thought didn’t matter to me.
52. I think it’d be an awesome experience to be in the military, but I’m afraid I’d be shipped overseas.
53. I love rules and think everyone should follow them.
54. I love order, structure, and planning (I guess that goes along with #53).
55. I think I should have made this list “50 Things About Me.”
56. I love to shop, and it doesn’t matter what it’s for. I love the hunt of trying to find a specific item.
57. I went away to college. I chose the college because I’d just been dumped and it was the farthest college from home that I’d been accepted to.
58. I didn’t want to go to school and only went away because of getting dumped, and because my mom pretty much made me go. I came home after a year.
59. I often wish I’d stayed away at school and finished my degree, and had the typical college life. But, then I wonder where I’d be in life if I’d stayed. I’d never have met my husband, so although I sometimes wish I’d stayed, I’m glad I didn’t.
60. I don’t have any desire to finish my college degree because I don’t know what I want to do with my life, and I think what you do should be related to what you went to school for.
61. I don’t like ice cream.
62. I don’t have a favorite color.
63. My idea of a perfect night out is actually a night in – eating sushi in a clean and tidy home, watching Tivo or a movie.
64. I get stressed out when my house is messy.
65. I once did the Atkins diet and lost 35 pounds, but I gained it all back and then some.
66. I don’t particularly like meat, although I’m not a vegetarian. The Atkins diet was hard.
67. I get jealous very easily.
68. All of my past and current managers and coworkers think I’m an extrovert, but really I’m an introvert who’s a wannabe extrovert.
69. I think it’d be cool to be a newscaster.
70. I have zero artistic ability. I can’t draw, paint, match colors, sketch.
71. I have a fantastic long-term memory, and can remember really random things from my childhood.
72. My short-term memory sucks, and I often can’t remember things I did or said five minutes ago.
73. I wish I had interior-decorating skills.
74. I was raised Catholic but discarded organized religion as a teenager. I’ve always believed in God but thought it wasn’t “cool” to go to church.
75. I would love to find a church that feels like a “neighborhood” church from “back in the day.” I want to find a church where I know the other parishioners and the Fathers, and they know me and my family.
76. I sometimes wish my husband was religious, although I’m accepting of the fact that he’s not.
77. I like to read books on management, organization, and improving myself in general.
78. I’m an energy Nazi – I practically follow my husband around turning off lights after he leaves a room (which I realized is what my dad used to do to us kids!).
79. I love listening to music but have a hard time remembering band names or song names.
80. I easily remember numbers, especially phone numbers.
81. Although I love country life, I’d also love to live in a big city.
82. I raised sheep and goats as a child/teenager.
83. My cousin used to call me Goat Girl.
84. I don’t have any specialized skills; I’m more of a “Jack of all trades, master of none.”
85. I like to learn a little bit about a lot of things, but I’m not really interested in learning a lot about any one thing.
86. I love to swim but hate being in a bathing suit in front of other people.
87. I like to be the center of attention, but I’m also completely shy.
88. I’m afraid of failing.
89. I often think I’m an old woman trapped in a young woman’s body.
90. I wish I was Martha Stewart.
91. In my lifetime I’ve had six dogs, one cat, a few fish, a hamster, and hundreds of sheep and goats.
92. I’ve also had five cars.
93. The first brand new car I bought was a 2002 VW New Beetle, and it was a lemon. It died four times in three months and spent more time in the shop than with me.
94. I’ve always lived in the Northern California summer heat, but I hate hot weather.
95. I often think my husband is wonderful to put up with me and all the little things that bug me.
96. I kind of like doing yard work.
97. I’ve always wanted to raise cattle and horses.
98. I think it’d be awesome to live on a working cattle ranch.
99. I can’t wait to start a vegetable garden, even though I’ve never been able to keep a plant alive.
100. I love learning about other people by looking into their houses, purses, and cubicles, but I’m not a stalker. I seriously just like to know how people live and work (I might pick up some tips somewhere!).
101. I got the idea to do this list from the blog “Angry Julie Monday,” which I read for the first time today and absolutely love!

Purses for sale..and addiction. Yes, they go together.

Apparently I have an addictive personality.

There are many things that I am or have been addicted to, and probably many things in the future that I will be addicted to. So far there's been food, Starbucks, purses, office supplies (yes, office supplies). I've recently been tackling the food and Starbucks addictions; I'm learning about food and how it affects your body, which makes me more conscious of what I'm putting into that body. I'm also working on Starbucks; I haven't had coffee in about three months, which means I'm not going to Starbucks two to three times a day. Now, I've decided it's time to work on purses.

I've always loved purses. I remember in high school buying purses at Target and Walmart that I would use for months; one in particular was an adorable brown leather-like rectangular bag that I used for....

Sorry, I got a little off-track going down memory lane. Anyway, my point is that even though I used to buy a lot of purses, I bought them at Walmart, Ross, Target and the like. They were cheap, so if I bought one a month, it wasn't a big deal.

I remember when I started liking designer purses. I was totally content buying cheap purses that looked like they were pretty good quality bags when I worked for a woman who began buying Louis Vuitton purses off of eBay. I bought my first replica Louis Vuitton at age 22; technically I was 21, but it arrived in the mail the day of my 22nd birthday (Happy Birthday to me!).

I have a friend who had many Coach purses, and I loved the way they looked. I finally bought one on eBay a couple of years after buying that first replica Louis. It was an authentic Coach holiday purse, one of the patchwork designs...it was gorgeous! It was also $365. With the salary I was earning at the time, that wasn't exactly something I could afford on a whim.

I sold that first Coach bag on Craigslist not long after having bought it; total buyer's remorse. Again, I was content with my inexpensive purses until...Grant bought me a Coach purse for my birthday. It was gorgeous; light brown Signature Jaquard with white leather handles and trim. I used this purse for almost a year straight - the longest I've used any purse since I don't know when. I liked that purse so much, that eventually, I bought another one. Then another. And another.

My saving grace was that I bought almost all of my Coach purses and wallets at the Coach Factory Outlet store, and I only bought things that were not only at the outlet price but were an additional 20-60% off. However, I still bought too much.

Not long ago I began to think about why I was buying all of these purses. One, I liked the quality; these are sturdy purses that hold all of my junk, and once you tough high-quality leather, it's hard to buy a flimsy purse that may or may not hold everything you carry without ripping/splitting/breaking in some way.

Two, it was definitely a status thing. I had a Coach bag - I bought quality and everyone knew it. It was a great feeling to hand over that card and have the cashier know that I could afford to buy that bag (one thing to mention - I don't use credit cards, so I never charged any purses...I'm an all cash all the time kind of girl).

After thinking of why I bought these bags, I began to wonder - why did I need a "status" bag? It's not like I need anything else of status. The most expensive shoes I own are my Nine West heels, and I buy those at Marshalls. I get my clothes at Walmart, Target, Ross, and the like...I don't care about designer labels in clothes, I care only about how well they fit and how they make me look. I don't live in a high-class neighborhood; in fact we just recently bought our first house in a middle-class neighborhood and it's a modest, 1400 sq. ft. home...not huge by any means. So why was it that I lusted after designer bags and nothing else?

I still don't know. But multiple things lately have made me realize I'm over the addiction (or at least, I'm ready to overcome this addiction).

One - a friend recently told me she had to buy a new purse because the strap on her old one finally broke. Her old purse was...SEVEN years old. Why am I buying these high-quality purses designed to last for years if I don't use them for that long? No reason.

Two - yes, I may have the money to spend on these purses, but instead, I'd rather spend that money on other things. Furniture for my house, plants for my yard, and doing things with friends and family.

Three - I was rereading the book Skinny Bitch, and at the end of the book the authors have included lots of notes and tips. One note was, "Comparison is the thief of joy." As I read this it was like a light shone down on me from above and my mind became clearer than ever before. Every time I buy a purse, I think, "This is it, I love this purse, I never need a new one." Then, I see someone else's bag; I think, "Wow, I love that bag. If I had that bag, I'd never need another one." So I buy it, and the cycle repeats itself. I try so hard in other aspects of my life not to compare myself or my stuff to others, because I know that what others have doesn't matter; why is it that I continually compared my purses to others? It's ridiculous!

So, I decided to sell some of my purses. But then I realized, that's not enough. I can't keep even one or two of the ones I like best; to purge myself of the addiction, I have to go cold turkey, just like if I was a drinker or a smoker. So, after a few days of thinking about it, I decided to dump the whole lot (except the one Grant got me, which I don't use very much because I used it a lot and it was starting to show wear...I mostly am keeping it for sentimental reasons).

And now this long, drawn out post finally touches on the first part of the post title. I'm selling all of my purses, so if any of you out there in blog-land are interested, check out the link below to see pictures and descriptions of everything for sale, and post a comment if you're interested. Or, email me at seeaprilwork@gmail.com. First come, first served.

Well now - hope you've enjoyed my trip through my memories, my mind, and my addictions. I know, it's a rambling trip...thanks for making it with me!

Link to purses - click here.

I love old things

Well, I love old clothes. Specifically, today I love an old black pair of pants. They are technically old, but really, they're new, because I bought them thinking I'd lose weight and then never fit into them.

Today...THEY FIT!!!

Yay!