Pay bills: check!
Pack for New York
Double check on accommodations in NY
Check up on parking ticket
Work out
Well....as you can see, I haven't made it very far into my weekly to-do list....and my Saturday morning is quickly ticking away, but I figured blogging would be a pretty decent use of my time.
The past two weeks have been insane at work. I've been training to cover a function that is currently run out of New York, and we've all had a few random days off on my team. I think the flu is hitting with a vengeance, and I just hope that I didn't introduce it to the team when I came back from Christmas. In any case, as I'm sure you can imagine.... suddenly life gets very busy when you have 2 people covering the work of 4. Still... it's worth it. I'm learning more and more about investment banking, and I feel so much more involved in the new fast-paced environment.
This past Wednesday, Branden and I went out to Park City for the Sundance Film Festival. We caught a movie about a map maker in Armenia. I enjoyed it, but if I had seen it at a regular theater I think I would have been irritated.... I think Branden even fell asleep. But the coolest thing about it, was that it was like taking a trip to Armenia, and I loved that.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Cats Mostly
Mmmm... I loved this episode when I saw it. I know I'm always talking about how busy my life is, but I still manage to watch about an hour of tv a week while I clean or wrap presents, or do some other mindless activity like that. My staples end up being the Office, Modern Family, or Fringe. Well..... I love this episode of Modern Family "Mother Tucker." In this episode, the stereotypical teen daughter breaks up with her stereotypical teen boyfriend, and starts going after her tutor. The clip below describes her little sister's reaction.... and I dedicate this to mine
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Out of Place
Something's out of place, but what? Is it being here without my sweetheart? Or is it trying to adjust to not having a hectic schedule for once (I promise you forget how to unwind). Is it my credit card bill due at the end of the month (I changed my flight last minute without even blinking), is it that I left my room a disaster or that I'm going right to work when I land back on Tuesday? I just dunno.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Happy Holidays!
I can't think of having any downtime in the past month! Somehow I've been able to work, shop, clean, and start actually putting on make up every day. Let me tell you, there's a huge difference between having enough time to make a quilt in 2 weeks, and working 55 hours a week.
Branden and I are also talking about the future. I'm excited. We went ring shopping a couple of weeks ago, and I absolutely love what we found. Right now I'm working on finishing up the last of my Christmas wrapping, and getting things ready for my trip next week (5 days in NC). Should be good. Hopefully I'll get to write a little more at that point.
Also..... I found out that my wonderful Dad is getting me a camera for a Christmas/Graduation gift. Mine mysteriously broke in my purse during the 4th of July (probably part of the reason there haven't been many posts recently). I'm so excited. I had Molley and Bryce take a few photos of me for my mom for Christmas, and I think I've found the winning one. Hopefully there will be more beautiful photographs on here in the future.
If I don't make it to post before ..... Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Derailed
Well, to be honest, my life has been pretty boring recently, but I haven't had much time to blog. Recently I've been working around 60 hours a week (that's 12 hours a day), and I've taken more time to play piano. I moved to the valley, and I'm finally starting to feel settled in. I won't pretend to promise that I'll start posting more, but it's still a hope. Good luck to everyone out there. I miss my regular contact with you through my blog!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Life-Long Dreams
Isn't it funny how we sometimes spend our whole lives wishing we could have accomplished something? That thing where you wish, if you lived a different life, you could have done? The funny thing that I've discovered, is that sometimes life gives you the opportunity to life those dreams without you even realizing it.
As I was walking home this evening, I noticed one of the schooners sailing up the Hudson. It was beautiful. My mind slowly drifted back to the summer days of my childhood when my parents would take my sister and I to walk the quaint waterfront of Beaufort. Sometimes it was neat, other times it was torture--but we always had our favorite spots. There was the General Store. They sold toys, ice cream, fudge, t-shirts, and jewelry. It kind of had something for everyone, and I was enchanted by the idea of it resembling an old five and dime.
Across from the General Store was the Dock House Restaurant. It overlooks Taylor's Creek, where boats meander through on their way to some lazy coastal destination; Carrot Island, where the wild horses roam; and the mooring field, where people anchor their boats as they travel up and down the intercoastal or sometimes stop just to hear the music from the dock house. The live music and the view were some of the reasons that my parents liked that particular restaurant, but my sister and I loved it just because of the trees beside it. Perfect climbing trees. Those two trees were close enough that my parents could watch us as they drunk in the atmosphere, but far enough away that we felt like we were free.
As I grew older, the variety of entertainment in Beaufort seemed to shrink. Soon trees and ice cream were not my number one motivator for a visit -- but my family continued to visit none the less. We would walk the expanse of the docks, gazing at the boats that would come through. North for the summer, south for the winter. One exception was the Lookout. She was a white catamaran with orange stripes, and made Beaufort her summer berth. I would see her both at the city docks and at Cape Lookout, where she could come right up on the shore and lower a ladder to let all of the customers off. I would watch the workers and think to myself -- now that's the kind of job I would to have when I'm a teenager.
Towards the end of my teenage years, I found the Lookout in another location. My grandparents moved to an island off the coast of Florida, and there the Lookout started coming in the winter. She would take her customers to Coconut Island, a small island made out of a sand bar, until it washed away about 4 years later. Like the island, I figured that my dreams of crewing a sailboat were over when I graduated from college and started working full time. And as I turned my gaze from the schooner on the Hudson and began my walk down the esplanade I realized that I'm living my dream.
As I was walking home this evening, I noticed one of the schooners sailing up the Hudson. It was beautiful. My mind slowly drifted back to the summer days of my childhood when my parents would take my sister and I to walk the quaint waterfront of Beaufort. Sometimes it was neat, other times it was torture--but we always had our favorite spots. There was the General Store. They sold toys, ice cream, fudge, t-shirts, and jewelry. It kind of had something for everyone, and I was enchanted by the idea of it resembling an old five and dime.
Across from the General Store was the Dock House Restaurant. It overlooks Taylor's Creek, where boats meander through on their way to some lazy coastal destination; Carrot Island, where the wild horses roam; and the mooring field, where people anchor their boats as they travel up and down the intercoastal or sometimes stop just to hear the music from the dock house. The live music and the view were some of the reasons that my parents liked that particular restaurant, but my sister and I loved it just because of the trees beside it. Perfect climbing trees. Those two trees were close enough that my parents could watch us as they drunk in the atmosphere, but far enough away that we felt like we were free.
As I grew older, the variety of entertainment in Beaufort seemed to shrink. Soon trees and ice cream were not my number one motivator for a visit -- but my family continued to visit none the less. We would walk the expanse of the docks, gazing at the boats that would come through. North for the summer, south for the winter. One exception was the Lookout. She was a white catamaran with orange stripes, and made Beaufort her summer berth. I would see her both at the city docks and at Cape Lookout, where she could come right up on the shore and lower a ladder to let all of the customers off. I would watch the workers and think to myself -- now that's the kind of job I would to have when I'm a teenager.
Towards the end of my teenage years, I found the Lookout in another location. My grandparents moved to an island off the coast of Florida, and there the Lookout started coming in the winter. She would take her customers to Coconut Island, a small island made out of a sand bar, until it washed away about 4 years later. Like the island, I figured that my dreams of crewing a sailboat were over when I graduated from college and started working full time. And as I turned my gaze from the schooner on the Hudson and began my walk down the esplanade I realized that I'm living my dream.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
America II
Talk about an experience! Recently I have been incredibly busy, and part of that is that aside from working full time, I'm also crewing the America II. For those of you who don't know the background on this beauty, she was built in 1987 while the United States was trying to win back the America's cup. I believe she made it all the way to the semi-finals that year. So look out for me on US 46.
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