Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Friday, February 28, 2014

Blogging for my memory

Well this thing has languished, hasn't it? I've decided to resistate our blog and not because I think people are dying to read about our lives.If that was the case y'all would be dead by now. I've decided to blog because my memory needs it. Life with Luca is wonderful and crazy and new and going by so quickly. And I just fear that I won't be able to remember all the little things that I love so much because it's happening so fast.

So I hope to write short blog entries that capture these fleeting moments to help me remember what I fear I may forget.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Wrapping up a decade

Inspired by my good friend, Nick, who paved the way of turning thirty and writing an awesome blog post to summarize his twenties, I did the same. I'm sure I missed a few milestones here and there (Hey, I'm thirty now, my memory isn't what it used to be!) but here's the rundown of the past ten years. I'm pretty excited to see what is in store for me next. 

20: A student at Gonzaga University (go Zags!), I spent half of my twentieth year studying abroad in Florence, Italy. By studying I mean travelling around Europe—hitting 16 different countries total, drinking wine and eating lots of pasta and gelato. This was also the year I became an Aunt for the first time (to Corbin).

21: I rang in this birthday in Florence and then returned to the real world where I had to work my butt off to lose the lbs I might have picked up from all the wine, pasta and gelato (totally worth it though!). I also had elective surgery to bring my ta-tas down to a normal size, a decision I am so happy for and experience I often forget even happen since I feel like I now have the body I was meant to have.

22: This was the year that I graduated college then got my first “real” job at a marketing communications agency in Vancouver, WA and moved into an apartment to live by myself for first time. Marking yet another first, I bought a car on my own for the first time—my first, but not last Subaru.

23: At the time it was a tough decision, but I chose to start grad school at Washington State University (Go Cougs!) to get my masters degree in Communication. I picked up and move to the small college town of Pullman, WA which was daunting at the time but gave me a change to be truly independent. As a last hoorah before two-years of being broke and studying, I went  on a cruise of the Blue Danube with my Grandma, Mom and Aunt.  

24: I guess this was a lowkey year for me. With a grad student budget, I was pretty broke and spent my time buried under academic journals. While that sounds kind of depressing, it was far from it. I made good friends and took plenty of study breaks to “play,” including regular visits to 80’s night at the college dance club/bar.

25: I finished grad school classes and left Pullman without finishing my thesis so I could start a new job (don’t recommend doing that, by the way). Fate brought me together with Kate O’Farrell, another Gonzaga graduate, who I lived with in Portland. This was the year I became forever indebted to her as she introduced me to Matt over tequila shots at a bar in Seattle. Oh, and I had my second knee surgery to repair my meniscus which restricted my driving for six weeks forcing me to live with my boss during the week so I could get to/from work. Ah, memories. 

26: This year began with a bang. Matt flew from Knoxville to visit me in Portland for our official first date two days before my birthday and stayed for the whole birthday weekend. Best. Birthday Present. Ever.  No longer a poor college student, I got to vacation again—off to Alaska with my best friend Kristen where we glacier trekked and sea kayaked. Then Matt and I got engaged and I scored a job for an education management company located in Knoxville, Tennessee (I still think it’s crazy to think that I just upped and moved to the South to be with a boy, but it clearly worked out well!).

27: Ring Ring Ring—wedding bells rang this year. Followed by wonderful honeymoon in the Mexican Riviera. And our family grew by one cute puppy (Bounce). We also spent a lot of time exploring the South knowing we wouldn’t live there forever. We had trips to Nashville, Tennessee; Birmingham, Alabama; Ashville, North Carolina; Charlottesville, Virginia; Charleston, South Carolina. And went in for my third knee surgery (third times a charm?), this time to remove that pesky meniscus. Whew; that was a busy year!

28: I was a cheerleader for a good part of this year as Matt made final strides on finishing his PhD in Accounting, wrapping up our time in Knoxville. To celebrate his new DR. title, we traveled to the Dominican Republic (DR—get it?). Then did a little cross-country move to Sacramento, CA for Matt’s first professor job. Fortunately I also landed a job at a local advertising agency and we officially settled into life as Californians. 

29: I view this year as one were finally are of the age that changes are starting to be fewer and farther between and we can  start to settle (though, not for long!). I kept things interesting though, with big trips to Brussels, Greece and Maui. Plus a little jump out of perfectly good plane. And perhaps the most significant milestone of the year, I finally finished that master degree I started back at age 23 (hallelujah!).

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

La Vita Bella

In the past few months I’ve been reflecting on the beautiful life (la vita bella) I lived in Florence, Italy as a study abroad college student. It’s actually something I learned from the Italians that I’m desperately missing. The culture exudes a beautiful, some what chaotic approach to life. When I first moved to Italy, this attitude drove me nuts. Stores would just be closed because the store owner had a party to attend. Or needed a nap. Trains would be cancelled because the workers went on strike just to have the day off. Sure, there were frustrating times like when we missed our flight to London because trains weren’t running and we couldn’t get to the airport. BUT I just love that they don’t take the little things too seriously.

How often do we take four hours to eat dinner just so we can enjoy the company we are with? Or let a work meeting run 30 minutes over just so you can swap personal anecdotes?

For me, I feel like I’m lacking some of this positive, happy energy (specifically during those 40+ hours I spend at work). Thankfully every day after work I get to come home to adoring husband and the happiest dog I’ve ever known. I can turn on music (lately it’s been this song) and dance around the kitchen with my husband while Bounce does circles and leaps around, sensing our blissful moods. 

Now this guy loves life!
I love Bounce and his exuberant, full of life, happy as a clam, tail wagging 90 mph, jump on me, greetings.
I’ve had the urge lately to shake the people around me who are taking life too seriously. I want to shout, “Can’t we just stop and have some FUN!? Why must we be consumed with stress all the time!?!” I wish I could show people (and remind myself) that so many of the things we stress over really don’t matter in the end. The family, friends and people we love matter, that's the stuff worth stressing over.

I keep picturing the quid essential loud, jubilant Italian family, laughing and talking over each other at dinner, sipping glass after glass of red wine, oblivious to how many minutes have ticked by because they’re having too much fun to be bothered with that kind of detail. Ciao, miei amici! 

(Okay, I'll step off my soapbox now. But seriously, I learned countless lessons during my year abroad, but this one really is priceless.)

Friday, March 11, 2011

A Wild Twelve Hours!!

Wow, what a wild twelve hours for us:

1) We book summer travel to Belgium and Greece - HOORAY!

2) After doing that, we realize that thirty minutes worth of helicopters circling our neighborhood is not normal. We finally switch to the news channels to figure out what's going on. Of course, the breaking news out of Japan dominates all major news outlets. (Side note: praying for peace and healing for all those affected by this horrible tragedy)

3) Find out after much online research, that the Sacramento police helicopters are assisting in a perimeter for two armed robbery suspects at a restaurant near our house. Even more wild, Cara and I left that very same restaurant 15-30 minutes before the robbery took place. After about an hour of listening to the police radio and peering out windows, things died down with one of the suspects apprehended and the other believed to have slipped through the perimeter. We can finally sleep.

4) Woke up this morning to beautiful sunshine, but still a bit down over the tragedy unfolding in Japan. But, I had my year-one retention letter waiting for me in my office and I am pretty enthused by my reviews. Definitely feeling pumped to get some quality work done today, then attending a student event tonight before celebrating the start of the weekend with my beautiful wife (and a margarita or two)!!

Friday, December 3, 2010

When nice people do good things

This is a story of a lady named Belinda, two named Cara, a lost wallet and social media.

On a rainy Thursday afternoon I got a voicemail on my cell phone from someone in Knoxville named Belinda. Seeing a missed call from Knoxville isn't that odd considering I lived there just six months ago. Bt the message was odd. Belinda found a wallet in the middle of a highway and was trying to find the owner, whose name also happens to be Cara. But Cara with a different last name than me. 

Sweet Belinda was doing everything in her power to track down the wallet's owner. She asked her coworkers, one who happened to be on a rec soccer team I played on. He didn't know my last name but had my phone number so Belinda figured she'd give it a try. It was a long shot, but she went for it.
 I called Belinda to let her know it wasn't me and wish her the best of luck. We hung up the phone and my curiosity got to me. Why wouldn't she just mail the wallet to the address on the driver's license? So I texted her this suggestion. She replied that the driver's license and the checkbook addresses don't match so she didn't want to take the risk mailing it to either.

So what do I turn to next? Google of course! Sure enough, I found this other Cara's LinkedIn profile and quickly sent a her a message explaining the random situation and providing Belinda's number. Just a few minutes later I got another text from Belinda. They found her! And you know how? By searching for her on Facebook. Belinda sent a message via Facebook and returned the other Cara with her wallet. What a great use of social media!

We need more people like Belinda in this world! I'm so glad our paths crossed and that she was the one to find Cara's wallet so this story can end with: And they lived happily ever after.