Blog Update

Hello faithful few. I’m just about done updating my blog. If you take a few minutes to navigate through; you’ll see some new editions in the tab area. It’s called organization. I’ve linked my “I ‘Ate My Life” blog, added a quotes page for the days you need a little extra motivation in life, and compiled the few series pieces I’ve done, together.

I’m pretty proud of how it’s turning out. I have yet to figure out how I want to display my photography. I like the collage type look that I see a lot of newer blogs have but I can’t seem to figure out how to do that on a page alone. I’ll get there. Also, I just realized that I should probably update my “About Ori” page. I wrote that about a year and a half ago and while it’s a part of me, I’d like to think that I’ve evolved a bit since then.

I’m also debating on whether or not I should update the layout. I like what I have going but there are a lot of sweet new layouts by WordPress. I’ll keep you updated!

Work Song

It’s crazy how music makes you feel. I popped in my Hozier CD this morning. Yes, I still listen to CD’s. Old school, I know. I haven’t listened to it since I moved from Bemidji and I bought it when I lived in Bemidji. Talk about nostalgia.

I seriously didn’t think I was there long enough to even miss it but when I listen to Hoizer all I feel and see is the scenery of Bemidji. I spent hours and hours just driving around the country surrounding Bemidji to get a glimpse of water or to go up and down the rolling hills and seeing the trees so close to the roads. It was magnificent.

I miss that, I really do. It’s a good feeling of nostalgia though. I liked Bemidji as a geographical area but that’s kind of it. Everything surrounding was beautiful but I just couldn’t see myself putting stakes into the ground there. But, whenever I listen to Hozier, I’ll always think of you, Bemidji.

I ‘Ate My Life

Alright, here it is. I’m starting a weight-loss blog. I know, I know. Just like everyone else. I don’t care if it’s been done a million times before, I’m ready to do it. And I’ve only recently realized that it takes a lot of balls to do this. Since deciding a few days ago, I’ve gone from one extreme to the next in putting this thing together.

I’ve been ignoring Channing for the last few hours digging deep into the depths of social media and my newest venture so I’m going to leave you with the link and let you explore from there. I hope that you find what I have to share now and in the future helpful because I’m scared out of my mind. Click here to read: I ‘Ate My Life

Vote Now!

I’ll share more information by the end of this week but right now I’m positing a poll to see which title name I should go with for my newest venture. In short, I’m creating a weight loss journey blog and I need your help choosing a name! Please feel free to submit using the survey below or click here for a link. This poll isn’t going to be open for long. Thank you!

Star Light, Star Bright..

I just want to travel, take photographs, write, and make my Pinterest boards come true for a living. If I were given the opportunity tomorrow to successfully do any combination of those, I wouldn’t even blink an eye. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.

Happy 4th of July!

10985043_10153395171998363_4414178062167023536_nAll in all, this year’s 4thof July was pretty “decent” as quoted by Bubbles of Trailer Park Boys. We ventured up north (way north) to Warroad, MN. Historically, Warroad on the 4th of July, is one of my favorite places to be. From when I was a kid chasing candy thrown from the parade to family reunions to the best of memories with friends and loved ones, it’s a place of nostalgia and goodness.

11169475_10153395153128363_6627320951989960699_nThis year, we took part in the Foster Family Reunion and camped out in our tent. I’ve decided that I feel indifferent about reunions. I am kind of excited for them – to see people that I know I’m related to and kind of know about but never see. But at the same time, I’m like “eh” because I usually end up talking to the people that I normally see like my aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandma.

I know it probably sounds anti-social but I really have no desire to initiate in small talk or catch up with extended family because we don’t really know each other and probably won’t stay in touch any more than some kid I went to school with that I haven’t seen since graduation day. Apparently, I inherited my mom’s observational gene rather than my aunt Angie’s social butterfly personality.

It was still alright though. I had fun spending time with my cousins and got some much needed vitamin D. We were rained out on Saturday night though so my hope of a relaxing firework show wasn’t in the cards. We packed up our tent as quick as we could and headed over to my grandma’s house (with 16 of my beloved relatives) and waited out the storm. Happy (belated) 4th of July!

P.S. I designed the Foster Family Reunion t-shirts on CustomInk.com. They have awesome customer service and an easy to navigate website. I will definitely order from them again. The only thing I was bummed out on (because I’m a perfectionist) was that the larger the size, the graphic size stayed the same. I think the graphic could have been a little larger on some of the bigger sizes.

Love God. Love People. Period.

I really really do try to see both sides of every story or situation but sometimes I can’t hold my tongue. Since the AMAZING history making announcement Friday, I’ve found myself defending more than celebrating the glorious news. The thing is, same-sex marriage at this point in my life, really, doesn’t effect me at all. I’m not gay. I don’t have gay siblings. I’m not super close invite-me-to-your-wedding close with any gay people that I know but I find myself having this need to defend an enormous and welcoming society of people. The same society I come from. A society that doesn’t even need defending because there shouldn’t have to be anything to defend but there is.

I’m often politically incorrect and I can have pretty skewed opinions but I’m sorry; I can’t wrap my head around the “Christians” who spew hate towards the [God-forbid] idea that two men or two woman or a transgender human BEING are allowed to marry one other. It makes me want to scream every time I scroll through my newsfeed and see the ignorance or the hate or the preaching Christian quoting bible verses.

Of course, I’m nosey. I can’t just ignore a post and keep scrolling. I really do want to “understand” the other side of the opinion. I can’t even tell you how many posts or videos or info-graphics I’ve viewed. I can’t deal. My mouth dropped when I started watching the video posted below. And this doesn’t include the post that went along with the sharing of the video. It doesn’t include the comments of the people I went to school with. The kids I attended Sunday school with. How can so many of us have been taught the same thing every Sunday and then in high school every Wednesday, feel and believe so differently? Nature verses nurture? Really? What the video below does include is how incredibly ignorant I am to not see that the world really can never be full of peace and love and happiness and acceptance.

Two gay, married women [or men] don’t contribute to society? Are you kidding me? They work just as hard if not harder than anyone else. They participate in community projects and fundraising efforts. Same-sex couples welcome and raise and love and cherish children in their lives every day. They are successful. They are moms and dads all rolled into one. Same-sex couples are college educated and pay their bills. They go on trips and I bet they’ve even sat next to your gay-hating butt at the airport. They don’t contribute to society? What kind of meth are you cooking? 

I don’t have the ability to hold my composure watching this video. This isn’t the worst one I’ve seen. It’s not the worst thing I’ve read. But I’ve had enough. There are clearly either multiples Gods in the universe or this is some kind of extreme pre-Revelations type test because “MY” God loves everyone. 

And if you’re not a Christian and you still have an “issue” with same-sex … anything. Why? Explain it to me. I’m mostly ranting about the Christian following because that’s where all the negative I’m seeing is coming from. I have a wide array of people on multiple social media platforms and the only disgust I’m seeing is from those with a firm and clearly pounded into Christian pavement belief complex. There are so many religions in this world. So many opinions. So many followers and believers. So much of everything. Do we have nothing in common? Is love and acceptance for everyone too much to ask for? Love God. Love People. Period.

Vagabond by MisterWives

Everything is fine but nothing is okay. I’m filled and surrounded by love yet alone all at the same time. It doesn’t make sense. C’est la vie, I guess. Anyway; this is on repeat. One of my favorite songs as of late and it’s cool because it’s relatable regardless of your current mood, situation, or the weather outside. Enjoy.

#ProudToLove

This. This is why people fight so hard. I’ve already seen one too many posts on my Facebook feed throwing the Bible in the faces of those so happy about today’s history making decision.

I’m not perfect. I’m judgmental and have issues with people for the worst reasons but under my “hard” judgmental hat, I give a shit about the basic rights of people for Christ’s sake.

Black, white, native, or Asian; if you commit a crime, you should be treated equally. If you want a job, you should be treated the same as your competition. Color shouldn’t be a part of the equation.

Same goes for the LGBT community. You’re a gay male and have the education and experience to be the VP of advertising? Have at it. Mary loves Jane? Fine by me.

I was raised in a Catholic church. I believe in God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I pray nearly every day. I ask for angels to watch over my family and friends. To keep them safe and happy and healthy. I pray for good things to come and for my sins and hurtful words or actions to be forgiven.

There is a God. And he will listen and answer any prayer no matter who you are. God is all knowing and all loving. All accepting and always available with open arms.

You don’t have to understand “gay people” (which by the way I’m sure is offensive) but you don’t need to persecute them either. Reciting Bible verses that are interpreted just about as well as the terms in any lawyer written document doesn’t make you better in the eyes of God.

We are all sinners. We’ve all said hurtful things, thought hurtful thoughts, and acted on hurtful actions. But love? That’s not a sin.

The worst interpretation of a Bible verse that I’ve ever come across says something about having feelings for the same sex happens but acting on them is the sin. So what about those that can’t “act” on their feelings? They sit in solitude and resort to a life of depression over the feeling that they will never love or be loved the way straight couples can? Being gay isn’t any more about sex and drugs than any heterosexual relationship is. This movement, this fight; it’s about love. L. O. V. E. Love. And love won.

If you “don’t get it” that’s fine. Just move on. Be positive; be passionate in all the other good things the world has to offer. Let go of something you don’t understand and let God handle it. #ProudToLove

Love Wins!

Congratulations America! What a great way to ring in Pride Week nationwide! In case you haven’t heard in the last 12 minutes since it was posted, the Supreme Court ruled in favor of same-sex marriage NATIONWIDE! Yes, America! You Win! This makes my heart so full and happy with love.

I could go on and on about how this took way too much time to get passed but lets just appreciate that it has passed. The sole thing that so many people across the country and globe have fought for is finally a reality. Our country has been continually making progress for years but this is extraordinary!

Congratulations to anyone and everyone who this effects. To those that have fought so hard for so long. For those that have loved and lost without ever being able to say “I do.” For those that picketed and protested in favor of and for those that had no doubt at all that one day this would happen.

Happy Friday, Happy Pride Day, and Happy Wedding Day to all!

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Thanks AmericInn

11210443_10153233961343363_2436395386843007592_nI won a $200 hotel voucher for submitting the photo to the left into AmericInn’s Great Adventure photo contest. I submitted about a dozen photos and kind of forgot about it. I was pleasantly surprised when I checked my email this morning!

You can submit too! Have you gone anywhere fun this year or last year or in 2005? Submit your “travel” photos or just ‘really cool places’ photos. AmericInn is reviewing and selecting winners each day for the entire summer. Click here to submit as many pictures as your little heart desires!  You’ll have competition though because I’m going to keep submitting!

Now…to pick a city for my next big adventure! Send me ideas!

Bye Bye Bemidji

A belated but better late than never goodbye to Bemidji.

Hi, my name is Ori and I’m addicted to…moving? I’m not. I really hate moving but the facts don’t lie. Since moving out of my parents’ house at age 19: I’ve packed my things 12 times, lived in 6 cities (if you count Viking as a city), moved home twice and to my brothers once.

It’s definitely nothing to brag about. Quite frankly, it’s kind of embarrassing that I can’t find my footing anywhere I land. And it’s not like I’ve lived in 6 different cities around the world. They’ve all be within a 2 ½ hour drive of one another.

We moved to Bemidji last October for what I thought was the last time before “settling down” as they say and buying a home. But that was also 2 moves after I thought I was where I was going to be. We did our best to fully embrace all that Bemidji had to offer. I transferred within the company from my job in Grand Forks.

It’s a beautiful city and a handful of lakes are around the area. That’s what lured us in, the lakes. We don’t agree on many things but one thing Channing and I could always agree on was living on or near a lake. We worked with a realtor and looked at dozens of houses all hoping that “life” would work out in our favor.

Some would say that we didn’t give it enough time. I can see that I guess. But how much time do you give a place before you decide yay or nay?

Since leaving the house going into my 2nd year of college, I haven’t lived anywhere for more than 13 months. My shortest stint was 3 months in a shitty trailer and even shorter when I moved back home and to my brothers place.

I think if I was a single adult, some of my choices would have been different and I’m sure I’d be in a totally different area of the world, pursing a totally different career path, who knows. But I’m not living the single life and I’m glad I’m not.

I’ve made sacrifices being in a relationship, I think you have to. There is no world where you always get your way. Those that think so are full of shit and should end up alone. Life..love..they require compromise and it goes both ways.

Moving to Bemidji was a mutual decision. Channing wasn’t super happy with his job in Forks and there was an opportunity for me to transfer within the company I already had dedicated 2 years of my 20-something adult life to. I loved the people I worked with, but I needed a change. I wasn’t growing professionally where I was and there wasn’t any room for me to from my point of view.

We didn’t do the “research” when moving. Our thought process followed something like this:

  1. Ori can transfer, that’s great.
  2. We’re going to live in a beautiful city surrounded by water.
  3. This feels right.
  4. We don’t know the job market for Channing but it’ll be okay. Trust that it all will work out.

I mean, it kind of did. I’m not going to lie. It was a pretty city. I liked my job for the most part. Our realtor was one of a kind. We were pre-approved for a mortgage loan, ect ect. But it just wasn’t right, none of it felt right. Channing made just as much as a 16 year old working at McDonalds and finding an employer that offered health insurance for him was a bitch. We were pre-approved for a loan but it didn’t get us anywhere near what or where we wanted.

We’re not settlers. We have no interest in getting a fixer upper. We have no interest in living in a shitty neighborhood or an arm’s length away from our neighbor. Some will say we’re too picky but are we really?

So we talked and we talked and we talked some more. What are we going to do?

It was scary moving to Fargo. But exciting. Channing applied at a load of places and landed a pretty decent one. It was a tough but not so tough decision to move. I’m a pros and cons type of person so believe me when I say that I had my notebook with list after list of why we should or shouldn’t stay. There is so much more to every story ever written. Some people understand and some don’t. It is what it is I guess.

The decision was made and we jumped ship.

Fast-forward a month or so later, we’re now living in West Fargo and became cat parents. I transferred (thank you Lord) through the same company I’ve been working with the last few years, Channing found an alright job and we’re doing well.

Meet Frankie!

10153794_10153365646648363_7370507212575566158_nWe welcomed a new little bundle of joy into our lives last weekend. It’s a boy and his name is Frankie. He’s the cutest, most adorable ball of fur I’ve ever seen. I’ve always been a cat lover (dog lover too).

Growing up, we always had a cat or 5 hanging around our property or in the house. Not only are cats both soothing and wisdom holding but they are so adorable and absolutely silly. Unfortunately, the last few places we’ve lived, we haven’t been able to have a pet. Maybe that’s it. The cat-maternal instinct deep inside me was in overdrive seeing all my social media pals flashing their beloved pets in my face. I was definitely the definition of the term “jealous much.”

All that has since dissipated now that I have transitioned into the full swing of everything cat. PetSmart and Petco are my favorite places to go and don’t be ‘a judgin’ if you see me walking Frankie on a leash sometime this summer.

I’m a Cat Mom and I love it.10730819_10153365646598363_7813242617922223918_n

Let Go & Let Life

I’ve written about this a couple times before but I think my viewpoint may be evolving into something a little less stressful.

Finally, at age 25 and a half, I’ve come to the conclusion that nothing is perfect and never will be. My dream life that 12-year old Ori had mapped out will never happen because half of the milestones have already passed and my 12-year old self also had no concept of what the real world was full of.

I’ll give you a glimpse at my 25 year old self according to my 12 year old self:

I’m married to my high school sweetheart. I have a college degree in teaching and am teaching 4th grade English. I have 2 kids and another one the way. I’m going to have 4 kids before I’m 28. We live in a very nice house that I designed on graph paper. We’re a well traveled couple and family. We go to church every Sunday, I’m healthy and very happy.

It’s hard for me to accept that I can’t control the universe (go figure) so I’m trying to be open minded in some areas of my life that I can’t control at the moment. I’m done forcing homeownership onto ourselves. When we are actually, really, realistically financially stable, we’ll look into it. And if a job doesn’t work out, so what. We’ll figure it out.

I am and always will be that girl that wants to be married and have kids. It hasn’t happened yet and I’m to the point where I’m realizing that that’s okay. Emotionally, I’m totally ready. I have been for years but I’m okay that neither have yet happened.

We talk about marriage often and coming up on our 7th year of holy relationship-hood. We aren’t even engaged. I’m not going to lie, it kind of bothers me. Why aren’t we at least engaged?  But this to, is a compromise in a relationship that is full of give and take. I know that we love each other and know we’re going to be together the rest of our lives. Marriage really, is a word. A document.  A piece of paper. A few legal things come along with marriage but the meaning of marriage isn’t any different than the meaning of our relationship.

And honestly, I’m at the point where I’m tired of people asking the question because it’s hard to hear. It’s hard for people to put us in a corner and say “When’s the wedding?” Sure, you think it’s funny but it really isn’t. It’s like rubbing a flashy new toy in the face of your 6 year old best friend. “Look what I have and you don’t.” Stop. It’ll happen when we’re both ready for it to happen. We’ve had some obstacles in the last 7 years that have forced us to re-evaluate things. You don’t see me laughing at you because you got married young, popped out 3 kids, and are divorced before your 2nd wedding anniversary, do you?

Kids, oh kids. I want to be a mommy so much. I can’t even explain how badly I want to be a mother. Instead of trying and hoping and dreaming, I’m going to just let life happen. It’ll be hard for me to do but it’s less stressful. They say when you stop worrying about things, things will come easier to you. When the time is right, it’ll be worth the wait.

With that being said, my 12-year old self of a wish for my 25-year old self really hasn’t been squashed. Just delayed like any flight on a stormy day.

Under Construction!

I’m in the process of reorganizing and updating my blog. You’ll notice some new tabs within the coming days and weeks. Some of them will be functional, some will not. I’ll let you know when everything is up and running. I’m excited for the changes!

My Plan.

I’m in the process of trying to map out my summer bucket list AND my passions for writing and photography. I have a few things lined up that I’m straightening out in my brain. A sneak peak is listed below. I don’t have any timeline for this — just an endless list on my notes app in my phone. Hopefully I won’t lose my faithful 4 followers during my absence as of late.

1. Redesign and reorganize my blog layout by adding pages and tabs based on subject.

2. Create a new (2nd) blog but have it linked to this one through a tab. It’ll be presented as more of a “ghost writer” front. Something that I can use to build my presence professionally when it comes to writing and photography. Wouldn’t it be sweet to line up freelance work as a proofreader, title creator, or to sell prints?

3. Work on series pieces. Like “My Plan, My Week, My Humorous Self…” or the “12 Days of Christmas” series or my vacation series..

4. Make my way back to the North Shore (of MN), down to South Dakota and Iowa. Possibly venture a little more west in ND. (Super condensed version of a summer bucket list)

5. #OrganizeMyLife and blog the fuck out of it. Everyone and their millennial brother blogs about the struggles and successes of a millennial lifestyle but I feel like there isn’t yet a “me” so I plan to jump on that bandwagon before it’s too late.

6. Actually blog like I say I’m going to. I have about 30 topics on one of my many saved notes about things I need to say. I’ll get to it eventually. Promise.

7. Explore Fargo and all it has to offer. Think museums, Bluestem, food, architecture, zoos, parks.

8. On a same note, expand my photography portfolio. Actually — I should probably START a portfolio. I have 3 days to sign up for a free Lynda subscription and I’m going to take advantage of that shit before it’s too late.

Well, I have some errands to run so I’ll duck out for now. Stay tuned for a picture of our newest edition come Sunday. He or she (we don’t know yet) is the cutest fluff ball of kitty loving you’ll ever see.

Millennials.

According to the facts of the world, a millennial is often described as an individual born between the early 80’s and mid-2000’s. Generation Y. The generation full of questions..Why? What? How?

Being on the older end of that spectrum (est 1989); there clearly is not one “type” of millennial. There are the millennials that know what playing outside and getting bruises from falling down a gigantic snow hill at school is like, the ones that grew up watching Ashanti and Ja Rule on TRL after school. And then there are the millennials that are still in high school when the “raising your children differently” transition began. Happy Holidays not Merry Christmas. Everyone wins in gym class. There is no such thing as dodgeball. Et cetera, et cetera. I guess we could subdivide ourselves as 1st generation and 2nd generation millennials if we’re going to get specific.

We grew up with the internet they say. We are the brain-children behind MySpace, Facebook, Twitter. We came out of the womb typing on a keyboard. Most of us know basic coding without having received any kind of formal training. We have an eye for imagination and wonder. We’re not afraid to dream bigger than ever before and are as selfish as they come. Our opinions matter and we’re not afraid to speak our minds. A good chunk of us might not know the ins and outs of politics but you’re damn right we’ll find the answer to any pickle we get into.

Oftentimes our parents and grandparents – basically anyone before our time – is always offering us failed advice. I’m not saying we’re always right but we’re not wrong. We get and appreciate advice given to us. I personally have gotten the best advice of my life from my mom many time over. But often so much tips on life come from people other than our parents. People who think they know us and most of it…most of it is ignorantly hypocritical.

We live in a generation where independence is a prized possession. More and more women raise the “I don’t need a man” flag. Being born out-of-wedlock, being a bastard child – it isn’t unheard of nor it is frowned upon within our generation. However, to our elders it’s just horrible. Life ruining even. But the funny thing is..that it isn’t.

I don’t consider myself a feminist although I do believe in equal rights among men and women but that’s a topic for another post. I don’t consider myself a woman who needs a man either. Sure, I’m in a happy, loving, long-term relationship but I don’t rely on Channing the way I feel my grandmothers or great-grandmothers relied on their husbands. If we have a child now, before we’re married – it’ll be fine. We already live together and we’re in the market for buying our first home. Yes, I do want to get married. I want to unite us as a family. I want my future offspring and I to have the same last name, the universal “family” life that we’re brought up to belive in. But if it doesn’t happen that way, life will go on.

If I was single in my late 20’s or early 30’s with no romantic headway, I’d probably look into advanced ways to have a child. Become a single mother. It’s no longer a death sentence to be a strong and independent women. This goes for all aspects of the millennial generation. Not just me and not just women. More and more companies are hiring for my generation over applicants who have years of experience. Sure, we may be a generation of selfies but we’re a generation of inventors. Of innovators.

We, more than anything, want to prove that we’re the best generation in more ways than one. Because we are and we’re going to own it. #millennials

A Working Title II.

Wow! To say “it’s been awhile” is a bit of an understatement. But I come to you with fabulous news! As you know (or you should know) I recently moved to a new city and started a new job.

I also received approval to start a Featured Staff Blog at the local newspaper that I’m working for. This is exciting news for me! I love to write and I would love it if my voice could reach more than the small handful I’ve received with this blog and my previous blog. But please, don’t fret. I won’t be abandoning this one.

This blog is going to remain the same. It will include my random ramblings, critiques on life in general and everything in between. My new blog, creatively dubbed “A Working Title II” will be a little more straight forward and to the point. I won’t be going in deep on the personal front or posting anything borderline offensive. It’ll be clean cut I guess some would say and I’m okay with that. It’s a foot into the right direction for me.

Since I didn’t go to school for journalism or actually anything even close to that; I feel that any opportunity I have to get my voice out there is an opportunity to take. I’ve posted a few times on my new blog and I plan to post the link for those posts periodically on this one so that you always have access to them.

I hope that you continue to see what’s going on in the wonderful (kind of boring) world of Ori as well as start a new trek to my new blog! If you have any questions or would like to you know…publish me – my contact information is updated on the appropriate page.

To visit my new blog; A Working Title II, click here.

As always, enjoy!

Follow Up: TTGS

I figured I’d fill the blog-o-sphere in on my weekend adventures. With the help of my mom’s willingness to also go shopping, we decided to treat ourselves to a few new things after my last rant on WP.

I dug into the savings that I’ve been hoarding away for a rainy day and shopped until my feet hurt. (I’m glad I did.)

It was definitely a confidence booster to go place to place around town. I haven’t really gone shopping since I started loosing weight and I don’t think my mom had either. I’m so used to getting what I need rather than what I want. Over the past 4 or 5 years I’d only buy one item (like pants) because I needed them and my old pair (Yes, pair. I’ve very rarely allowed myself to have more than one or two pairs of pants at a time.) were getting worn out. It was both a breakthrough and a reality check for me. I was more realistic with what size I actually am rather than hoping I’m a size or three smaller than the tag shows. I made sure to grab a few different sizes before heading to the fitting room so that I wouldn’t be overly disappointed when something didn’t look as I’d hoped.

Obviously, I’m no where near where I’d like to be physically. To be honest, I don’t really see a change in how things fit because, like I said, I’ve never made “looking good” a priority until recently. But finding things that complimented my current body size nicely rather than just buying the cheapest thing on the clearance rack – it really felt good. And having my mom as my harshest critic yet biggest supporter really made me feel confident about my wardrobe choices.

I can’t wait to do it again in another 30 or so pounds.

“Today is a brand new day. A fresh start. Replace any negativity with positivity. Think happy thoughts. Exercise. Drink lots of water. Fill your body with fuel. Healthy is happy. Inspire yourself. Create. Laugh. Play. Love. Learn. Give someone a compliment. Make a new friend. Do a random act of kindness. It creates good karma. Take chances and finally start living life to its fullest. But no matter what’s thrown at you today, smile and remember, tomorrow’s always a fresh new start.” – Author Unknown

Sometimes You Just Have To Spread Your Wings And Fly.

I’ve been feeling a little uninspired lately. My last post wasn’t really about anything and this one probably won’t be much more exciting. I think it’s just because we’re literally in the dead of winter. There isn’t anything to do around here and anything worth doing doesn’t seem too appealing thanks to the insane wind-chills that we’ve been experiencing. Yes, I know. Excuses, excuses.

Last night I was trying to brainstorm something to write about and after a conversation with my boyfriend, I wondered if I should talk about phobias. But I don’t know anymore. I visited my mom today and we talked about my anxiety with snakes. A little bit about why and where it came from specifically an incident that happened a little over a year ago. Now, coming home and quietly sitting here smelling the clean aroma of our freshly washed blankets and sheets; I don’t even want to dig into the painful topic of my “phobia.”

Speaking of fresh laundered linen; I realized walking into our apartment building tonight with my laundry in tow that it somehow reminded me of fresh baked buns that my grandma always makes. This might call for a classic Girl Code #IsThatWeird hashtag but since we’re mid-paragraph; it probably isn’t necessary.

Have any of you ever read those blogs that make it mainstream? What makes them get so far ahead of others? I admit; I’m not the greatest when it comes to reading blog after blog after blog but I do occasionally take a dip and see what’s happening in the world and I find that so many of them really aren’t that spectacular. Take Perez Hilton for example: Celebrity wanna-be and his blog is full of ludicrous bullshit. I find myself mostly geared toward travel type blogs and food critics. I think I like them more because I find them more realistic and dream worthy.

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Speaking of dreams, whenever I go home to visit my mom I find myself day dreaming a lot more which I love. Today we brainstormed destinations and/or mini-vacations. We looked at our local flight options and talked about how cool it’d be to go on an Amtrak. It might sound a little silly in the year twenty-fourteen but other than “on the road” with my dad; neither of us have really been anywhere far let alone an airplane or a train.

Why does traveling seem so scary? It’s probably more of a nervous thing over any other feeling. Nervous that the flight might be cancelled or if there are weight restrictions. Nervous about finding our way around or experiencing as much as we can wherever we’re at. I think we’re at a slight learning curve when it comes to traveling. The great thing though is that we both are determined to go somewhere sometime soon.

Driving home tonight I was imagining walking around Chicago or New York City. I imagined going for a swim on a Lake Havasu beach or flying over the Grand Canyon. I smiled at the adventure we could have during Mardi Gras in New Orleans or the breathtaking peacefulness of a week in Hawaii.

Where do you want to travel to? What was your first “vacation” like? Was it a dream come true or did you experience problems? Did you go through a travel agency or just wing it? Looking for some feedback tonight, lets here it!

Somethin’ About Nothin’.

Another sprained ankle? What a way to start the day, huh. Everyone has a weak something. Sometimes it’s a knee or even their backbone but mine is my ankles. I’ve had issues with them ever since I fractured both within one basketball season way back in 6th grade. Ever since, if I ever trip, slip, bump, or fall; it’s my ankle that pays the price. Way to go, Ori. Way. To. Go.

On another note, I’ve been putting it off but last night I finally ordered a new shipment of Shakeology. I ordered some quite some time ago and finally finished it after the usual off and on struggle with being motivated enough to get healthy or not. As I struggled for a long time to maintain a steady routine; I haven’t necessarily noticed any weight loss. Which, at this point is okay because I need to work on it for more than a couple weeks at a time.

Regardless, my primary reason for re-ordering wasn’t for the added bonus of weight loss when paired with exercise. It was because it makes me feel good. The nutrients in the formula give me more energy than any bad for you can of Mountain Dew.

Another couple of fantastic things happened all within one day. Both my boyfriend and youngest brother got word of new jobs in their very near future. Congrats to them both!!

So what’s new in your life blogosphere peeps? I hate when people say “peeps” especially out loud. Stop.

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IMG_4179 4My day didn’t go as planned as I hoped it’d go. I intended on taking down the Christmas decor, washing three loads of laundry including the bedding, and going grocery shopping. As I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, none of those things happened. How were they supposed to if I didn’t make a point of completing them? That just means that my “take it easy day” was today rather than tomorrow.

BUT, I did finish my 2nd scarf and surprisingly I’ve had two people ask what it’d cost to make one. Wow, huh!? I was surprised. I mean, yeah, down the road I think it’d be fun to make these and sell them at craft shows but I honestly didn’t think someone would approach me for one. Very cool!

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So I’ll be meeting up with someone tomorrow to pick out yarn with my first customer and I’ll get to work on my first commissioned project. I plan on selling it to her pretty cheap just because she was one of the first to ask about it and quite honestly, I haven’t thought of a selling strategy or pricing scale yet. Either way, it’ll feel rewarding to know that someone is wearing something that I made. That I made! Who knows, maybe it’ll be a conversation starter. I could only hope!

So let me ask you, looking at this posts photos and the last, what would you realistically value these types of crocheted scarves at? If you’re like me, I’d prefer to see something with my hands first than make a split second decision but I do feel like these photos accurately show what the product is. The yarn costs about $5 total. Keep in mind that the yarn price varies depending on the type but I ultimately want to come to a universal cost that covers both the product supplies and the labor. Let me know!

A Hook And Yarn.

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Even though this was made pre-2014, I still wanted to share since I made some improvements on it tonight. (My “Do-Something” for the day!) I actually finished this in four hours on Sunday night so it wasn’t too long ago. One of my cousins wore one to our family Christmas last weekend and it looked super fun and very cute. This is what actually got my wheels turning on the entire new found hobbies for the new year thing-a-ma-jig. Thanks, Anna!
This was my first shot at crochet since high school. Add another big thanks to the World Wide Web, I was able to quickly re-teach myself the slip knot. I attempted using two different spools of yarn for a thicker look. The only fault in that was that I would have probably benefited by buying a larger hook.

I initially made this as an infinity scarf and wore it to work on Monday. I got quite a few compliments on it but found throughout the day that I had gotten some pieces twisted up which made it kind of a nuisance. So tonight, I undid the connecting area in the back and made it into a thicker scarf rather than the infinity style. I actually prefer this one better and think it turned out pretty sweet considering my first jab at it in seven years!

Scarf number two is in the works! More posts to come.