10/26/2012 – #600

Hey y’all. A notable milestone has arisen, and so I wanted to bring it to your attention. This is my 600th blog post to Providential Life. In the past four years, I have shared with you 600 times. So thanks for sticking with me.

Today was as busy as yesterday, albeit with less Instagramming. I headed to Glendale to return a pizza stone, and ended up with oven mitts and Michelle Obama’s American Grown. Then I headed to Old Navy and got a LBD and some workout clothes, followed by Target for a new clock, soap dispenser, notebooks for my new job, and polka dotted CD holder (not actually what it was made for, but what I will use it for.)

After an active morning, I headed home (after lunch with Jeff) and settled in to catch up on Law & Order: SVU, update the scrapbook my girlfriends and I pass around (I know, ladies, be proud!) and generally lounged until Jeff and Corelyn showed up.

After that, there was an impromptu pizza night with Megan, Paul, Ryan,  Jeff, and Cor and I. Then, of course, Cor and I made a blue ombre cake for our photo shoot with Mary tomorrow (get excited!) and cut veggies for said photo shoot while Megan hung out and the boys played Mario. Which is how any night should be, if you ask me.

Happy Friday – here’s to the weekend!

political thoughts for a friday

This sums up beautifully something I agree with, and so I wanted to pass it along to all of you.

I wish my moderate Republican friends would simply be honest. They all say they’re voting for Romney because of his economic policies (tenuous and ill-formed as they are), and that they disagree with him on gay rights. Fine. Then look me in the eye, speak with a level clear voice, and say,” My taxes and take-home pay mean more than your fundamental civil rights, the sanctity of your marriage, your right to visit an ailing spouse in the hospital, your dignity as a citizen of this country, your healthcare, your right to inherit, the mental welfare and emotional well-being of your youth, and your very personhood.” It’s like voting for George Wallace during the Civil Rights movements, and apologizing for his racism. You’re still complicit. You’re still perpetuating anti-gay legislation and cultural homophobia. You don’t get to walk away clean, because you say you “disagree” with your candidate on these issues.

Doug Wright

get over your hill and see what you find there

Well chickens, it’s Day One of my brief unemployment before heading to my new job. I have big plans, as I always do, for these two days. They generally include not doing anything I don’t want to do. Up today was: running, heading to the Central Library for a book and a tour (by way of Metro), cleaning out my closet, reading, catching up on my shows, and dinner with my lovely ladies I had the pleasure of studying abroad with!

Tomorrow I plan on getting a new clock for the kitchen and new oven mitts, and once again a relaxing afternoon of reading. I know, folks, I live quite the life!

Happy (Almost) Friday, everyone!

i’m hanging on the memories i need most.

Today marks the last of my fifteen months at my current job. I don’t often talk about where I work on my blog,  but I wanted to write this as a memory of how I was feeling at this ending/new beginning.

I am headed to work on a food website, where I’ll get to write and create content around healthy eating. I am ecstatic, because four years after graduating from college, I will finally be getting paid and be truly doing something I am interested in.

But, as with all endings, I am going to miss my current job, coworkers, environment, company. I will miss the teams I’ve worked for and with, I will miss PR jargon and afternoon coffee runs and PowerPoint presentations. I will miss chatting by the coffee machines about the company softball team, putting on social events for my coworkers, and working to make a change through volunteering our time and goods.

I’ll miss free Corner Bakery cookies because I order through them regularly, and I’ll miss the smiles on people’s faces when I help them fix a presentation, find an office item they’ve been looking for, or simply reschedule a meeting.

I’ll miss all of my people; stories about children and the hilarious things they say at dinner; talks of long distance relationships and time zone hardships; lunches at the trucks while the sun beats down on us; meetings to plan happy hours that involve glitter; red carpet nights, volunteering to be a celebrity escort; chatting about music and recipes and the lastest meme; endless laughs over cube walls, over politics and clients and overheard phone conversations…the list goes on and on.

I look back on how I felt when I left Liz, and my family in Pasadena, and remember that I still see her, and occasionally my old coworkers. I remember the excitement of coming to this job, and I feel it now for the next. I am excited for my future, but I will never, ever, forget these fifteen wonderful months that have graced my career. I will always find a friendly face and a hug at my current job, and I will always know, wherever I go, I have someone watching my back.

Thank you, lovely, lovely people. I will be seeing you real soon.

xo

J