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something’s happening

In September, I got married. and it was the most incredible day ever. I have a lot to say about it but I’m waiting until I have one more piece… our wedding video.  As a blogger and someone interested in recording our lives in some digital form, a journal of sorts – this blog… {possibly a new domain / name some day as I transition into being on a team}… I’m basically bursting @ the seams to blog about all the details and share it in the webspace for friends & family to experience.  Some things just are worth the wait, you know? xx

In the meantime, i have a lot on my mind. And it basically has to do with what our time here on earth is made of.  Deep, I know, but get to it… and this is my blog.  A bit before we went to Hawaii (next post!), I’d been doing a lot of soul-searching.  Life is so incredibly short… what do I want to make up my time while I’m here?

My now husband (eek!), showed me this video when we were lounging on Maui and I think the world needs to watch it, if they haven’t already.  And if you have? Watch it again. And make your loved ones watch it.  Put your life into perspective and consider with what you’re spending your 24 hours each day doing.

http://youtu.be/BOksW_NabEk

Um, whoa.  I had a small internal panic attack when I watched that. Why didn’t someone show me that in high school?  Freshman year?… When we were worried about the most trivial of things, stressed-out and drama-filled with events like Prom (who let me spend so much money on those high school formals?!… easily $5K… cringe).

As an adult, I’m trying to spend a bit of time each day reading sites like Quora or watching TED videos.  To keep my brain fresh, keep it thinking.  A few days ago, I read a question posted on Quora titled, “How can I thoroughly screw up my life.” Now, that’s a pretty deep inquiry.  The answer, linked below, by Raqhav Upmanyu has many thoughts I align with.  Especially now, as I’m in this phase of contemplation; wanting to shape my life in a way that brings fulfillment / happiness / experiences.

https://www.quora.com/How-can-I-thoroughly-screw-up-my-life-1/answer/Raghav-Upmanyu?srid=hjz3&share=9f49236c

And I know this is entirely an opinion, so take everything he says with a grain of salt or whatever. But it’s a perspective I somewhat align with.  It makes me think hard about what I want to make of my time left.  He starts out saying the biggest mistake you can make is becoming a statistic and “settling for being a useless part of the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”  Me? I can’t live like that. I can’t be put through the motions and do a 9 to 5 in a cubicle and come out on the other end tired, stressed, lacking sleep, motivation and drive.  That is exactly what I would turn into.  And it’s not just in the business realm.  I found myself watching the Oscars last night. At the end of it, I thought, ‘I just wasted 3 hours on something I don’t have any interest whatsoever in.  I hadn’t seen a single movie that was nominated!? Emily, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I could have been designing cards for my etsy business, reading the book I can’t seem to get through, laughing & connecting with my beautiful mama, sorting through yet another bin of crap I’ve saved over the years with some thought of needing it in a future time (more on that purging process later).

All in all, I want to get down on paper that today is February 29, 2016, Leap Day, an extra day for free just cause.  I’m committing to making whatever mindset I’m chasing a reality.  I want to make this life fulfilling and get everything I can out of it.  I want to do things I enjoy doing, that bring me happiness and flex my creative muscles.  I want to travel as much as possible. I want to experience everything.  I want to take chances. I want to love crazily.  I don’t want to be stressed.  I don’t want to be burnt out.  I want to be fresh +  real + alive.  I want to laugh + be optimistic + positive for 95% of my life.  And yes, this a ridiculously lofty, insane goal but why can’t I try to shoot for it? It’s worth it to me to try.

Please don’t take this post as me pointing fingers.  This is my online space to speak what’s on my mind; this is what I want to capture.  And have my kids read someday.  Hopefully they’ll think their mother was the baddest woman that ever lived who strived to make the most of her existence.

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If I could pick something, anything, that describes how I’m feeling currently.  It would be this canvas bag from @sugarboodesigns

wooza / peace / love

em j

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Blue Bird Bake Shop

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A few weeks ago, I had one of the best customer service experiences ever. I went to surprise my girlfriend at work in an unknown suburb of Orlando. I got off the bus (that I rode for 2 hours) and started to walk towards her workplace. I wanted to surprise her with a treat but had no idea where to find one. I saw a little shop called, Blue Bird Bake Shop. I entered and the young girl working greeted me. It was near closing and the only flavor cupcake they had left was strawberry, so I took it off their hands. I told her the story of my public transportation voyage and who the cupcake was going to. I said goodbye and left on my way. Five steps out of the door and a gentlemen behind me yells “Hey, did you ride the bus to get here?!” I turned around to find someone leaning out the bake shop door.

I explained my reason for being in his neck of the woods. He said, “You came all this way and all we had was a strawberry cupcake left over?!” He motioned for me to follow him into the bakeshop and filled a bag with some of his favorite treats; a cookie, a scone, and a ridiculously amazing salted caramel brownie. I was amazed!

He explained to me that he was the owner of the little bakeshop and after hearing my story there was no way he could let me walk out with just one cupcake for my girlfriend. I thanked him for his generosity and told him I always try to shop at the small, local mom-and-pop places.

To my Orlando friends, you owe it to yourself to visit the Blue Bird Bake Shop at 3122 Corrine Drive!

What an adventure!,

xo

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homeless business idea

I really don’t know where I started thinking about this but I have an idea.

If I were a homeless person, I think I would be pretty successful at making dough.

I would have a small table set up with some of the most critical items.  Have you ever been in traffic, wishing you had a mint, a q-tip, a piece of gum, a condom (boys!), a bottle of water, a piece of floss, a hairbrush, some hairspray, a bobby pin, a tampon…. or in my world… lip chap?  There are a handful of car rides where I’ve been so desperate for something that I would absolutely pay $4.00 for it if I pulled thru an off ramp and there was a small table of treasures set up, available for my purchasing.  As long as everything was packaged and clean.. I’m not above paying a pretty penny for something I’m dying for.  Okay, not really dying for… but something I needed real bad.
I don’t know if I was traumatized when I was younger but lip chap seems to be something I must have on my person (can’t stand that phrase) at. all. times.

*of course, this idea would only be feasible if there weren’t gas stations on every block… maybe this is a hicktown, out-in-the-boondocks sort of homeless person opportunity.

I’m silly, you love me,
xo
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weekly iPhone pic drop

Traffic.  I cannot stand thee.  That alone is one of the biggest reasons I want to work for myself, be my own boss, have my own business.  I refuse to spend 1/2 my life driving to and from a job in a car.

The value of wine is still beyond my comprehension.  I taste a $4 organic merlot from Trader Joe’s and it tastes just as good as a $65 bottle from Seven.  Maybe my taste buds are not meant to critique vino.  I just don’t get how some people can value these bottles in the hundreds of dollars… we are talking about fermented grapes, right?  Maybe I’d be better off drinking Welch’s.  I can confidently speak to the body, bouquets and undertones of that stuff all day.

Meet world’s craziest dog.  He can go from in-a-coma-sleeping to throw-the-ball-throw-the-ball-I-won’t-leave-you-alone-until-you-throw-that-damn-ball in less than 2 seconds.  World record holder right here!!

Perhaps I’ll find the man of my dreams amongst the contestants at this local competition.  Five years from now, I can see my future cocktail parties, “Hey honey, show Scott and Katie that new yo-yo trick you’ve been working on.” #nerd

Sometimes I think coffee needs to be given up.  Completely.  I tend to get a headache without my daily cup, and I truly don’t want to be dependent on this to function.  I’m whittling my way down to the bare minimum.  I went from having a cup of coffee with soy milk and a splash of vanilla.  To a cup of coffee with soymilk.  To a cup of coffee on the rocks.  Pretty soon I will not be able to stand drinking it straight, and forced to exile it.  That will help me appreciate the beauty of an Icy Nuts from Bull Run on a random Sunday.

I love mail.  Preferably handwritten letters and magazines.  I try my hardest to send something in the mail versus email.  Although, sometimes speed & efficiency does trump old-fashioned and meaningful.  I don’t want snail mail to become obsolete.  Please, oh, please, King USPS!

The other night I saw this on the ground and for some reason, immediately reminded of that scene when the snobby lady says, “there’s been a murder…”… go now and enjoy the comedy of Ace Venture When Nature Calls

My front seat speaks to the level of chaos in my life.  Running shoes, Toms, and yellow sneaks for work… not enough time in the day to drive home and switch them out, may as well carry them all!  Time is money – right?

On account of loving handmade and custom things, I made a small going away card for a close friend.  I would rather make it than pay Hallmark $4 for a mediocre one.  Plus, who doesn’t love dinosaurs?  I used to be obsessed with Dinotopia.  That’s right, screw Pogs.  I would rather pretend I lived at a time when a peaceful prehistoric world is discovered.

Ending thoughts: life is good.  God is good.  Everyday.

xo.

Wishlist:  Yes, men’s.  S/M

Listening to:  Best Disney song of all time.

Dreaming of:  A new playmate for Oliver.

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a new tradition

Alright, here it is – the start of a new tradition.  A weekly download of pics I take on my iPhone.  A teeny caption to pair with them.  I used to do a photo a day with a paragraph or two about what it meant to me.  In the spirit of being all over the place, and taking way more pics on a regular basis – this Weekly iPhone Pic Drop is going to take place every Friday – as a recap to my week in photos – usually filtered through Instragram.  I love pictures.  I love seeing my life through pictures.  I think you will too.

 

Fish at pet store.  P.Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney.

Animal print on the inside of my Toms.

Cone I successfully ran up into my front wheel well (be impressed).

FrozBroz Minneapolis Craft Ice Cream taste test.

Whole wheat toast with almond butter & agave nectar.

Driving the bobcat, spreading mulch, dad/daughter bonding.

Mysteriously ‘sick’, pain in my ass, blunt slinging older sister H.

Business brainstorming for new entrepreneurial ideas.

Reverse screen sharing = apparently infinite.

 

Something new each week.  Nine new pics.  Yay creativity!  xo.

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