Please be patient with me as I work to make this blog a bit more organized and functional with some of the life and business changes I’m going through.
Of course none of the old content will be leaving or deleted- all the old blogs that made you laugh or cry or skim past them TL;DR style will be searchable and much better organized once I get things in a better working order for the future.
Even with the coming changes, I will still post my personal memories and silly antics from my family. And will likely post some of the fun moments that life brings my way as I work to through this crazy new chapter.
However the over all theme of the blog will be taking on more of an event/business/DIY centered theme.
There will be some educational material added as I learn new things, some instructional posts for great D.I.Y. projects and great party ideas, along with a humble brag here and there from my own events (because it’s totally okay to be proud of your hard work!).
There will also be some fun blogs recounting the valuable business and life lessons learned along the road of a returning to school, realizing dreams, taking grand leaps of faith, and planning events.
I’m so excited to start making these (admittedly terrifying) changes and hope that I will still have you following me along the way, and please feel free to bring a friend – I’m fun like that.
Maybe we can learn a few things together, or just have a good laugh while I stumble through life in my 30’s.
Keep your eyes open for some coming changes and wish me luck!
So I’ve been a little absent lately, and for that I apologize.
I have been diving deep into the world of event planning, and loving every second of it.
From the fun of hosting and event to pulling the details together for someone else. Getting to be an integral part of someones special memories is something I truly cherish.
I’ve had the honor of hosting quite a few special events at my own home and the even greater pleasure of planning trade show appearances, entire sales summits, and even holiday parties for my favorite team at SMS Masterminds and Off Day Trainer. To them I credit the founding of this passion.
Currently you can find me working part time as the trade show coordinator for a company in San Luis called DEL Ozone. This mean I am on duty to coordinate their appearances at ALL upcoming trade shows.As soon as one ends, I’m off and working to make sure we are stocked and loaded for the next show while researching shows for the future.
The thrill of learning new details, finding innovative ways to get organized, inventory control, oversight of the packing process, future event discovery, detailed planning, networking and watching the final product unfold is a dream come true.
Whether the finished product is a company party, family party, bridal shower, wedding, weekend long sales summit, or simply 10×10 booth in the corner of a food safety trade show. Each moment comes with it’s own element of magic and is a special memory I had a hand in creating and and blessed to be a part of.
I have to once again send my gratitude to Alex and the SMS Masterminds and ODT team for helping me discover this passion and putting it to work for everyone’s benefit. It was a great outlet for my O.C.D. to be used in the day to day work without driving the rest of office bananas.
I have even toyed with the idea of starting my own event coordinating business. The ultimate dream would be to work full time as my own boss, helping to make memories for people and create new revenue streams for large and small businesses by getting their names out at various events.
I’m just toying with those idea right now as start up businesses require overhead, and that is a commodity which I do not currently have enough of.
But soon – soon you’ll know my name, as one of the more prominent independent event planners on the central coast.
For now, I get to enjoy hosting shindigs at the house, it’s been great experience for me to learn event budgeting, and how to throw a pretty epic shindig on a shoestring budget – which sounds like a good topic for another blog post – so stay tuned for that!
As you can see the images I’ve posted are from the events held at our home and are pretty much only images of the decor (most of it is DIY or repurposed).
When I host an event I tend to transition into full work mode – it is very hard for me to turn the perfectionist in me off – so unfortunately I tend to spend most of my time making sure drinks are topped off, food is always fresh and everyone is having a good time, or in the kitchen cleaning.
I should probably work on getting some guests in the shots in regards to future events (there will be plenty). I want to make sure you all don’t think I just sit around making copious amounts of food for show and never ACTUALLY have guests in attendance. Or that I’m some crazy event sadist who drags people over and keeps them tied to the chairs and for the duration of the “event”. (I do NOT do this… people come willingly and eat well!)
So now you know why I’ve been an absentee blogger, you have my sincerest apologies.
Make sure you stay tuned and subscribe to my blog for future event posts and exciting news on potential business ventures!
His hands bear callouses and scars, those marks are like natures journal, gently penning his years of hard work, creativity, passion, and love.
Crafted carefully with equal parts strength and care his hands have built engines, crafted cabinets, and constructed an endless list of “some assembly required” Christmas gifts.
They have bandaged wounds, mended intricate circuit boards, compose beautiful music, and crafted some of the best apple cinnamon pancakes I’ve ever tasted.
His hands have mended everything from broken trinkets to broken hearts, they have showed us by example, what is means to be a live by faith.
My daddy’s hands – beautifully scarred though years of crafting and building, with joints that ache from hard work, making sure we have all we need with the most amazing memories to look back on. Hands that have worked countless hours over the years to provide for our family.
Strong loving hands have, and will always hold my heart. ~
Happy Fathers Day, to my hero, my daddy, and my best friend.
Today I got to witness the sweetest act of love by a young man who looked to be in his early 20’s.
With reading about the disgusting actions of a rapist in Stanford, his steadily decreasing punishment, the sense of entitlement and lack of accountability surrounding his vulgar act, this moment of adoration and kindness was a breath of fresh air.
As I was checking out today at Vons in Grover Beach, I noticed this young man patiently standing by the front door holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses and white lillies. After a few short minutes, as I pushed my purchase towards the exit, a lovely young lady emerged from the lavatory.
He smiled from ear to ear when he saw her, and proudly held out the beautiful bouquet to her and said, “I got these for you”.
She stopped on a dime and turned almost as red as the roses when she took the flowers from him and they exited the store.
This young couple had no groceries other than the flowers, they simply stopped to use the restroom on their way somewhere else, and during the short time she was away from him he decided to buy her flowers, just because.
I have to be honest, in the span of 30 seconds, I almost burst into tears while simultaneously screaming to this young gent “DON’T EVER LOSE THAT!”
Thankfully I held my crazy together as made my way to the car, being moved by his sweet gesture.
It was a nice little reminder for me to: #1 – not pass judgement on an entire generation based on one selfish, disgusting kid, his father, and the sentencing judge in Stanford, and #2 – take every opportunity you are given to do something kind for the people you love.
Small gestures like the one of this young man can make a HUGE impact, it certainly brightened that young ladies day.
I urge you to never become so complacent in your relationships that you take your spouse/significant other for granted. Be like that sweet boy who was just so full of love, he had to get his lady some flowers while he waited for her.
Remember that neither partner in a marriage is more entitled to respect than the other.
It’s not 50/50 in a relationship like some will tell you, instead your marriage is the mutual agreement that you are both giving 100%, no matter the circumstances.
Through the thick and thin, good times and bad, make your spouse a priority just like you vowed to do.
I needed that gentle reminder today, so to the sweet young man in Vons whose name I do not know, thank you and please, never lose that chivalry!
When most people think of Memorial Day, they think beach days and BBQ’s, pool parties, big sales, picnics, red white and blue decorations, and the start of summer.
That’all well and good. However, many people (of varying ages) can’t tell you what Memorial day is about – why it’s a holiday.
Today when researching details on Memorial day, I ran across a video interview in San Diego of residents who have no earthly idea why we celebrate Memorial day.
When asked if people knew what Memorial day was all about, the answers “I have no idea”, “do I have to answer this” to “A day off work on Monday”.
That last answer – though self serving – isn’t ENTIRELY incorrect, if you were federal employee in 1971.
“For decades, Memorial day continued to be observed on May 30, the date General John A. Logan had selected for the first Decoration Day. However, in 1968 Congress passed the Uniform Monday Holiday Act, which established Memorial Day as the last Monday in May in order to create a three day holiday for federal employees; the change went into effect in 1971. That same law also declared Memorial Day a federal holiday.” – History.com
Only two…TWO people who were asked, actually knew what the holiday was about.
The interview began to mess with people and made up facts about why we celebrate – asking if they “were excited to celebrate the holiday honoring the LGBT community”, what they were doing on this holiday celebrating, “the day the Declaration of Independence was signed”, and if “they thought it was right for NASA to try to cancel the holiday about Neil Armstrong this year”.
People didn’t hesitate to agree with him and explain that they planned to do “a lot of drinking today.”
Might I recommend you pick up a US History book and do some light reading today instead.
Here are some of the great things you can learn if you decided to read about the Holiday:
“Memorial Day, an American holiday observed on the last Monday of May, honors men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971. Many Americans observe Memorial Day by visiting cemeteries or memorials, holding family gatherings and participating in parades. Unofficially, at least, it marks the beginning of summer.
…By the late 1860’s Americans in various towns and cities had begun holding springtime tributes to these countless fallen soldiers, decorating their graves with flowers and reciting prayers.
It is unclear where exactly this tradition originated; numerous different communities may have independently initiated the memorial gatherings. Nevertheless, in 1966 the federal government declared Waterloo, New York, the official birthplace of Memorial Day. Waterloo—which had first celebrated the day on May 5, 1866—was chosen because it hosted an annual, community-wide event, during which businesses closed and residents decorated the graves of soldiers with flowers and flags.”
You can read more about Memorial/Decoration day at – History.com or by visiting your local library.
Yes – Libraries still exist.
It makes me so sad to see how many people are so clueless about our Nation’s history. This video wasn’t the first I had seen in regards to people being completely clueless about US holidays – or just US history in general.
Each National holiday day we have set aside is to be held as a day of recognition for a landmark in history that has helped shape this country and it’s leaders. Yet when you ask a random citizen on the streets why we celebrate – they don’t have any clue why we celebrate, they just know they get a longer weekend to knock one back and lay on the beach.
Our youth has all but forgotten the years of sacrifice it’s taken help give and maintain our nations freedom, something that brave men and women are STILL actively fighting to keep.
I don’t think it’s wrong at all to enjoy this day, go to the beach and relax, and enjoy the company of our friends and family, I certainly intend to.
Just remember to take some time to reflect on what was willingly given on the battlefield so that you may do so, and please pass those lessons on to your children.
We remember with gratitude the lives that were willingly given so that we ALL may enjoy the freedom to celebrate today.
If you’re familiar with my blog at all, you’ll remember the chaotic story of dog.
During our few months together it was decided that would act only as foster parents for dog, as our home was not a good fit for him or his needs.
Last week, our sweet foster dog found his new forever home and rode off into the sunset with two of Grover Beach’s finest to become a K9 Officer!
I’m pretty darn proud of the little nugget. He’s an immensely intelligent dog who I have no doubt will train easily for his new role.
I can see him serving the city he has so carefully marked in puppy tinkles with pride. He was good at giving the side eye to suspicious individuals, and can now interrogate that mail man about all those suspicious papers he would bring by every day.
I honestly thought it would be a clean and easy separation, as he and I never really bonded, but saying goodbye was a much more difficult than I had anticipated. I’m really going to miss that nut job.
He has been around men for his entire puppy years and preferred to be in the company of gents, so he naturally bonded with husband almost immediately and gave me that “you’re not my dad” attitude for most of the time I spent with him (which was all the time…come to think of it). Trying to take that little booger anywhere by myself was darn near impossible.
At the end of the day, he was still a giant pup who wanted nothing more than to let me break the rules and let him snuggle in the bed with me.
When I’d be working at the computer, in the kitchen, or just watching a movie with husband, it was guaranteed that he was close by to make sure I was keeping things to code.
Whether it be myself or husband, he had to be touching someone. Either laying across our feet, nestling his melon under a hand as it dangled from a bed or couch or simply leaning up against us while he sat – anywhere, he just had to know we were close.
It’s understandable given his history as a foster doggie.
We were not his first foster home, I actually think we were his third home, which breaks my heart to think about such a young pup being bounced around from house to house, my hope for you is that we were the last temporary home.
The house is so much quieter without you, my heart is a little emptier, the laughs are a little less abundant without your silly antics, my feet are a little colder without your snuggles.
Thank you for the small time that you spent in our home, and for the feeling of safety you would give me while husband worked those long hours away.
I wish you the best of luck as you join your new K9 family Luke dog, stay safe while you learn and protect those around you.
Never forget how much you were loved, and don’t for a moment doubt that you are missed.
Thank you doesn’t even do my feelings justice, there is no word in the English language eloquent enough to express my gratitude for all you’ve done for our family, and the sacrifices you made as a mother.
Through your actions alone you’ve taught me what it means to be a strong, Godly, and dedicated wife, as well as a patient and loving mother. You are the embodiment of beauty and graciousness.
For all the midnight feedings, the sleepless nights you spent rocking your crying babies back to sleep, the days you spent pushing a loaded double stroller around shopping malls and grocery stores.
For all of the failed attempts and hiding snacks around the house (sorry… I’m like a bloodhound when it comes to chocolate), for each sacrifice of your free time to pull our wagon to the park so WE could have fun, and all the cold meals you ate to make sure we were taken care of first.
I am so deeply grateful.
For all of the treasure hunts you spent your day putting together for us to come home from school to. For each carefully crafted notes, hints, and riddle placed around the house was a labor of love and a permanent memory.
I loved following those clues and finding the little goodies and toys wrapped neatly in foil to look like buried treasures.
For every special “movie theater” days at home for our friends, covering the windows to make out home feel like a movie theater, and making our own special bags of pop corn and fresh fruit to have as “movie snacks”.
You taught us to sit quietly through and entire movie and to stay in our seats until it was over, hundreds of future movie goers in the future undoubtedly thank you for that lesson as well.
For the smell of fresh baked cookies seemed to always fill the house. The joy of mixing and baking by your side are some of my most cherished memories.
For all the times you bandaged our scrapes, all the kissed our boo boo’s, and the times you picked us up when we fell. You made sure we never gave up or quit just because things got hard.
Our success in life are a sign of our deep gratitude.
For all of the weeknights and weekends spent carting us to classes, ballet recitals, soccer practices, hockey games, and volleyball games with out sign of the exhaustion you surly must have felt.
You and dad went above and beyond for each of our athletics down running a snack bar for the high school during volleyball season.
For all the special mother daughter trips to Magic Mountain, the fabulous family vacations, the camping trips, road trips to Arizona, and everything you painstakingly planned down to the smallest details.
For all the years you stayed up way too late on Christmas Eve to build our special “some assembly required” gifts and carefully move the presents from one room to another.
All the while knowing you’d only get a few hours of sleep until those excited wide eyed little babes stormed your room because SANTA CAME!
As we got older and began to make our own decisions, you gave nothing but loving support.
I know you had to have held your breath on more than one occasion while we struggled to find out who we were, and breathed sighs of relief through when we managed to come out of the stupid choices we made relatively unscathed.
Thank you for never giving up on us, thank you for your prayers.
You comforted me and cried with me through breakups and broken hearts, and excitedly let me dish over the highlights your dorky daughters dates, then somehow stayed sane when I didn’t want to talk about things as often.
You worked long days and still didn’t hesitate to do so much more in helping me plan my wedding, driving up and down the coast with dad and I while we scouted the perfect location.
No matter what, you made sure you were able to be with me for every celebration and appointment leading up to the big day.
We hopped from store to store to find just the right decorations, building bouquets and centerpieces and wedding favors that would end up being forgotten in the chaos.
You didn’t stop moving on my special day to make sure I was relaxed and no one bothered me with trivial questions while I was getting ready, and even held my dress for me when I needed a bathroom break at the reception.
The physical distance between us may have grown over the years, but the bond between mother and daughter is one that will never be broken by a long drive.
Knowing I can call you for anything any time is such a blessing.
From my first breath, to my first steps, and everything leading up to my wedding day and moving into our new home – you’ve been by my side without hesitation.
I love you so much and wish nothing more than you be able to be with you today to share with you just how thankful I am to call you mom, to say thank you.
Thank you for putting your family first always – even when it was hard and undoubtedly broke your heart, for making the tough calls when they needed to be made and for showering us with more love than we ever deserved.
This letter will never do my gratitude justice, but it’s a start.