Monday, December 27, 2010

The Last Ten Years

2010 is winding down. We’re ending our first decade of the 21st century. 2001-2010, it’s so crazy to think of this decade. Especially for my generation. 2000-2001 we were all graduating high school. That whole decade is our 20’s. We finished high school, maybe went to college, maybe got married, maybe had kids, changed jobs a few times, changed careers a few times. A lot happens in a decade, especially in your 20's.

Enron, 9-11, the war on terror, technology advances, medical advances (did you know they can create bionic appendages now???), the economy recession and housing crisis, the Terminator became the governor of California, and our first black President was voted into office. There have been oil spills, hurricane's, tsunami's, floods destroying Nashville, and fires overtaking half of California. It's crazy to think of all the things the human race has been through in the last decade, and how we as a human race are different because of those things.

What has this decade meant for me as an individual? I graduated high school, I graduated college, I got married, I moved to two different states, I met amazing people, I became a pet owner, I became a home owner, I've seen over half the country, I survived three deployments and am proud to call myself a veteran's wife. I changed careers twice, I changed jobs...a lot, I went back to school, I got tattoo's, I had a foreclosure, and I got pregnant. When you're in those moments it's easy to forget all you've accomplished, all you've learned, or how much you've changed. When you run through the list of the last ten years it's hard not to miss what you've done with your life.

What do you see when you look back over this last decade?

Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas

I'm feeling very reminiscent this year. Perhaps it's because I'm growing a child of my own. Perhaps it's because next Christmas will be our babies first Christmas, and the beginning of that tiny person's precious memories. Memory lane glows as I take a trip of my own to my childhood Christmas'.

I grew up in NY state, every year we had snow up to our knees; snowforts, snowball fights, and sledding was a yearly part of our Christmas spirit. I can't imagine growing up without those things. How do the kids in the South do it? No snow? At least not enough to do anything fun with. I guess when you grow up without it, you don't see being without a huge loss.

I remember going to school, snow covered our boots and snow pants. I remember each student having a cubby outside the classroom to store their boots and snow pants. Each classroom was decorated for Christmas. Red and green construction paper covered the walls. Art projects masterfully created by each student lined the perimeter of the chalkboard. The teacher had a tape player (yes, I grew up in the 80's before CD's came around), as the students wandered in from the frigid outdoors, Christmas carols were playing. Not the remake crap by Britney Spears or Usher, but the old school carols sang by gospel choirs.

After school we would get home and mom had transformed our home into a winter wonderland, unlike anything you've ever seen. Garland and multi-colored lights lined each doorway and the railing up the stairs. Santa-themed trinkets lined the mantel and hutch. Christmas music played in our house from Thanksgiving through Christmas.

Going to get the tree in NY state is an awesome experience I'll never forget. We didn't go to a lot and pick out our tree based on the rows of already pre-cut trees, we went to a Christmas tree farm. We would all bundle up, snow gear, tools and all, and would drive the 45 minutes to the tree farm. Upon getting there we would climb into the sleigh pulled by the Clydesdale horses, Holly and Molly. The driver sang Christmas carols all the way up the mountain. Everyone got out of the sleigh and we would start the hunt for our perfect Christmas tree. Of course this was a tree that was a monstrosity of nature. For whatever reason my dad had to have the tree made for people at least 12 feet tall. My dad would cut down the tree, and we would wait for the sleigh to make it's way back up the mountain with it's next load of people. Of course the tree was covered in snow, and we couldn't bring the snow into the house, so we would have to leave the tree in the garage while the snow melted off. The next weekend all of us would decorate the tree together, listen to Christmas music and drink hot chocolate.

Christmas was magical for us growing up. It wasn't about presents, it was about experiences. Snowmen, cutting down the tree, decorating the tree, making cookies with mom every year, watching Christmas movies with dad, making Christmas ornaments at school. In all honesty I don't really remember what any of us got for Christmas. I don't remember opening gifts. I remember singing Silent Night on the school bus. I remember going to see the movie Prancer in the theater with my dad. I remember making snowmen with my sister, and I remember the first time Lauren took "the big jump" on the sled, at the park across the street. Ryan says I have these memories because I'm a girl. Girls remember this stuff, boys remember presents.

Regardless of my child's gender, I hope I can create the same magic for my child as I had growing up. My mom made a big deal out of experiences and what we did everyday. Yeah, we took vacations, and I have some great memories of those vacations, but it's the everyday stuff that I remember the most. I hope I can create memories as good or even better than my own for our child. I hope every one has a magical Christmas, no matter what their gender is, where they are, how they got their tree, or what weather they are having. Merry Christmas.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Is It Just Me Or Do People Really Suck?

Ya know, I seem to recall feeling this way around this time last year towards people. Maybe it's the greed in the air, or the way the holidays make everyone exhausted from all the "go here, go there, buy this, do that" business, but people really suck. I hate to be the pessimist here, but let's all take off our rose colored glasses and look at things realistically. When was the last time you went out in public and didn't think, "geez that person is rude," or "how inconsiderate of that person," or "it's called a blinker pal"? Oh, you didn't think any of those things, well then people were probably saying those things about you. Just sayin'.

What is it about the holidays that makes everyone so selfish? This is the time for giving, a time to be thankful for what you have, whether that be a lot or a little. Not the time to cut people off in line at Toys R Us, or yell at the girl behind the fast food counter for leaving olives on one of the 15 special ordered sandwiches she made. Yes, I realize the whole girls job is to make sandwiches, but if you order 15 with all kinds of "special" instructions for all your "special" peeps and she only screws up ONE of them, it's probably not the end of the world...crazy secretary looking lady.

No one wants to take responsibility for anything. I watched a lady knock over a table display at the mall, she looked down and said, "I didn't do that." What do you mean you didn't do that???? The aisles are tiny and they have them crammed with Christmas gift ideas and empty gift wrapped boxes, I probably would have knocked it over too! Instead of saying, "oops" or "crap" or "damn", she says it wasn't her, gives the sales clerk an attitude (like it's her fault she knocked the table over) and walks away. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people?

Are people REALLY that oblivious to those around them? I'm standing in line at Toys R Us, the line is HUGE, streaming down toy aisles huge. The people in front of me are taking their sweet time, "does little Johnny REALLY need this? Should we get Billy the same one? Let me count my roll of $1 bills." Do you not notice the ginormous line behind you, all of which are full of people dressed up, so we're all probably on our lunch break, so ya mind speeding it along a little? Good lord.

I love Christmas, until I go out where there's people, then I remember why I've become a homebody, and I raise my hand up to the sky and thank God I'm an accountant and not in retail this year.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Random Pregnancy Ramblings

I hope our child wants to be part of girl scouts or boy scouts.

I hope it snows in Nashville for Christmas.

I've always heard it's super easy to get carried away with baby stuff and buy all kinds of crap you don't need. I've found that as soon as I see the price tag I realize I probably don't whatever it was that I was admiring. Well, except for the monitor I registered for, SURELY I need that.

Christmas shopping for Ryan's sister is beyond easy. If Ryan's family ever does the whole, pick-a-name-out-of-a-hat-and-buy-for-them deal, I WILL jerri-rig it so that I get Janea's name every time.

Does anyone else think office holiday parties are completely lame? Seriously, I spend 8 hours a day with these people, I'd rather not spend any extra time with them, thanks. Let me go home at 3 instead of forcing me to deck the warehouse halls with boughs of holly, and I'll be a happy camper.

Since I've been pregnant I've gone home early twice and called out once due to illness. I hope my boss is as understanding as he says he is.

Those women who say they LOVED being pregnant...I think they just forgot what pregnancy was really like.

Thor knows something is up, if I'm out of his sight for too long he comes and finds me and the first thing he does is sniff my belly.

I'm at 11 weeks, not showing yet, and my weight is the same, but I see a difference in my body. I'm softer...bye abs. Marina, I have no idea how you still had abs throughout your 2nd trimester.

I'm down to my last few classes for school, electives. I'm taking a creative writing class. It has shown me just how crappy of a writer I truly am. Thank you so much my loyal blog readers!

I put the Christmas tree up yesterday, all the ornaments bring back such great memories!