To run or to drink coffee?!

Cheers to the Freakin’ Weekend!

In keeping with my goals for this year, I decided to check out a new place this morning (52 List Project goal!) while Mason is in preschool: Colectivo on Prospect Avenue on the East side of Milwaukee. When I crave coffee I typically stop at Colectivo on KK Avenue, but this place is very cozy as well.


SEE?! 🙂

Yesterday Jeremy and I got fitted for new running shoes. It’s now or never (another 52 List Project goal). After trying on many different stability styles (I tend to overpronate quite badly when running or even walking), I settled on Nike Air Zoom Odyssey’s (here). I went down into the basement this morning to start my training on the treadmill, but it is folded up in a corner of the utility room (which illustrates pretty accurately how often we have used it) and no matter how hard I pulled I could not get it to fold down. So I unlaced my new kicks and got coffee instead. Pretty even if you ask me 😉

I am going to be using the Couch to 5K app to train. I am not the type of person who can just get out there and gauge my endurance on my own- I need direction. I have used this app before while we were living in Greendale, and got about halfway through it before the weather became bitterly cold and I was honestly too big of a wuss to run in it. I feel that this is the perfect time to start- when it is cold yet mild, and Spring will be here before we know it.

In other news, I was a bit conflicted the last few days. I spent the better portion of Wednesday and Thursday afternoon perfecting my resume and applying for all the administrative jobs I could find that remotely interested me, but my heart wasn’t in it. It’s not that I don’t miss the workforce because I do, but I am very nervous about making the wrong decision when it comes to my next job. I don’t want to job-hop. I want to be stable and work somewhere I can be valued and use my individual talents to the best of my ability. Somewhere that I can grow to love the way I loved Iron Block. It sounds dramatic, but it’s true. I have so much to give and I don’t want to waste it. Now that I understand how much a job can truly mean to me, I am going to find it hard to top it. Sigh. Stream of consciousness…

I hope everyone has a fantastic day!



The 52 Lists Project

Lately I have been consumed with making sure I am choosing the right degree to pursue. With that in mind, I took a personality test here, and found that my “type” is ENFP-T. While I was reading about the career paths they recommend for these individuals, I also laughed when I got to the section regarding ENFP strengths: observant, enthusiastic, excellent communicators, friendly… and weaknesses: highly emotional, overthink things, difficult to focus, and poor practical skills (follow through, loss of interest in anything that becomes too routine).

I laughed at myself. I have never heard or read a more accurate description of myself. I am imaginative, open minded, and empathetic. I am also emotional and jump to conclusions. The one area that really felt like a kick in the gut was “poor practical skills”. I say this because I have had numerous individuals communicate this to me: employers, family, my husband. I lack focus and administrative skills. I thrive when it comes to people, ideas, and communication, but place repetitive tasks in front of me and I am doomed.

Ask me to come up with an idea and I will give you 10 options to choose from. But ask me to upkeep and handle administration of the idea and I will struggle, especially if I have to work alone. This is hard for me to admit for the world to see because I KNOW it is a flaw, and I am not sure if this is something that I can improve upon with practice, or if this is a part of who I am.

In any case, I stumbled upon a small project that I am determined to see through to the end. It is called The 52 Lists Project. It is a journal in which you write weekly lists based on the topic at the top of the page. Upon leafing through the pages, it seems to be very inspiring and thought provoking. I am sure it is intended to be started on January 1st, so I am jumping in a little late, but I am committing to finish a list weekly. It may seem like such a small goal, but I can’t tell you how many projects or tasks (even tiny ones) held intrigue for me when they were new and fresh, and then got pushed to the side the moment they ceased to be interesting. Embarrassing, but true. So, without further ado:



  • Spend one-on-one time with Mason daily, no interruptions from my phone or iPad.
  • Eat breakfast daily, not just coffee.
  • Practice yoga at least 3 times per week.
  • Master the ins-and-outs of my Canon Rebel T3i one and for all (side note: I purchased a “for dummies” book to learn from, as well as an e-course, and have yet to finish either. It’s time!).
  • Make time for things I enjoy.
  • Stop making things a bigger deal than they truly are.
  • Paint the bathroom, bedroom, and Mason’s bedroom.
  • Be diligent in homework and studying when classes start.
  • Blog weekly at the very least.
  • Read more books- not just magazines.
  • Start a garden- and keep it ALIVE.
  • Learn to drive stick (haha JER.)
  • Complete the photo books I started a year ago.
  • Keep up on my Etsy and Ebay shops.
  • Pray more.
  • Eat healthier and drink more water.
  • Start running. Just do it.
  • Be thankful for all that I have.
  • Explore new restaurants, shops, and bars.
  • Be kind to myself and others.
  • Spend more time with Jeremy.
  • Attend lots of outdoor festivals this summer.
  • Clean up my potty mouth (especially around Mason).
  • Make time for my parents and grandparents.
  • FINISH this book!


For anyone who is interested in following along and making their own lists, the book can be found here, or on social media #52listsproject.



Week in Review

I have been thinking a lot about themes for this blog. Saturday seems like a perfect opportunity for me to review the week’s happenings in photos. This was my first full week with no employer! It’s very strange for me to put it that way, but I am adapting to a new “normal”.

I hope you all had a splendid week as well!



Sunshine = Mood Booster

Happy Hump Day! It is a huge mood booster to see the sun shining so brightly!

This is going to seem like it is coming from way out in left field, but I do have a point. It has been snowing on and off in Milwaukee for the past few days. Jeremy has been working very late and hasn’t had a chance to shovel the sidewalks or driveway (we live in a corner house so we have a larger sidewalk responsibility than our neighbors). My sister Angela stopped over yesterday around 11 am to pick up Mason from preschool with me. We had lunch and then Mason took a nap.

She left to go pick up her boyfriend Kurt around 1 pm, and brought him back to my house because I was making soup for everyone (my sisters and boyfriends usually come over for dinner once a week, sometimes more. I love having a house full of people). Kurt had just clocked a ton of overtime as well, but he took it upon himself to grab a shovel out of my garage and take care of the sidewalks and driveway. He did not have to do that, the same way he does not have to help me with dishes or take out the garbage. But he does those things because I truly believe he cares for my sister deeply, and her family is now important to him because we are important to her.

My point is that all I want for both of my little sisters is happiness. Kurt is such a good man, and I’m glad he came into Angela’s life. Love you, Kurt!

In other news, Mason had been asking me for the past 4 weeks to come to chapel with him. His school begins their day on Wednesdays with a fun service in their church. I had been telling him that I would go into work an hour later one of these weeks so that I could sit with him, but I always forgot and by the time we arrived at his school, I told him that I promised I would make it happen the next week; that I was sorry. Shame on me.

Being that I no longer have to rush to work on Wednesdays, I was able to go to chapel with him today. He was thrilled. He sat next to me and said “I love going to chapel with you, Mommy.”. I wanted to die of cuteness overload. I felt so bad that I had not kept my word in the past. Hearing his little voice singing along to the songs was the sweetest thing I ever heard.

Well, I am off to pick Mason up from preschool. Have a wonderful Wednesday, friends!



Good Morning and Happy Tuesday!

I must have a faulty phone. I slept right through the alarm that would have woken me to get Mason ready for school. One would not think that such a small person would be such an enormous monster in the morning. He is worse of a morning person than me (ok, not really.)!  Anyway, I opened one eye and peeked at the time. 7:39 am.


So, knowing how insanely difficult it is to get this little boy out of bed, I had to make a game out of it. I burst into his room and said, “Oh, no! We are so late today. Let’s see how fast you can go potty, brush your teeth, and put your uniform on! And….. go!”. He was not impressed.

Double Shit.

We managed to make it to St. John’s by 8:02 am. Poor kid. Stupid faulty phone (though if for some reason the phone is not faulty and it’s more of a user error *wink wink*, I may need to consider purchasing an ACTUAL alarm clock; one that is so loud that I can’t possibly sleep through it. Work had my internal body clock down to a science. I am all out of whack now.). I am grateful that Jeremy and I paid for Mason’s tuition in advance because even though I am technically a stay-at-home-mom now, he quickly missed the camaraderie of his fellow littles on the days I kept him home with me. I don’t know if we would have been able to send him had we not already taken care of the financial aspect. See, there it is! The bright side.

Jer and I took on some projects over the weekend. The handle that adjusts the water temperature in our bathtub wasn’t turning as far as it should, and so upon futzing with it, Jer managed to also discover that there were some broken pipes, and other parts that would need to be replaced. Our resident handyman, Dave (Grandpa/Father-in-law extraordinaire), was quick to assist Jer in replacing all of the faulty parts, though it ended up taking the entire weekend because as I am learning, home projects are always more involved than they seem. The only time they needed me was to choose a new showerhead and hardware, which made me happy because I get way too excited when it comes to replacing older things in our home with more modern, sleeker pieces.

While that was happening, Mason spent a good portion of the weekend with Aiden, and I hauled boxes containing my Etsy and Ebay inventory from the basement to my upstairs office. More and more I am seeing how my full time career literally ruled my life: the items were still neatly packed into the boxes they were in when we moved from Greendale, which was a year and a half ago. A year and a half since I put any time or effort into my antiques.

What a shame.

The lighting was perfect on Saturday, so I was able to get good listing photos of all of the items. It felt so amazing to be productive! Being that Mason is at preschool for 3 hours 3 days out of the week, I will dedicate those hours to curating my shops, and this blog (which I currently view as more of an online journal for the world to see.. lucky you! 😉

This brings me to another thought: when I first started this blog, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to make out of it. It really is a place for me to air out my thoughts and epiphany’s, but I want to create more of a structured theme to it as well.

What do people want to read? What interests them? What keeps them engaged? How can I grow my readership? I want more than anything to bring a smile to people’s faces with my writing. I have toyed with the idea of tying a theme to each of the days that I write, for example: Tuesday’s Thoughts (perhaps something I learned or reflected on that week). Some other ideas I had were to post a weekly list of links to things that I found funny/interesting/chic online that week. I wanted to dedicate a weekly post to listing the things that made me smile that week (Saturdays?).

I am turning to you for other ideas! What would YOU like to read?




In the Blink of an Eye

On Monday, I was a leader, a confidant, a mentor. It was my job to ensure the daily procedures and activities of a dental clinic were carried out in an appropriate, timely, and professional manner.

 I had a tremendous load of responsibility.

On Tuesday… I did not.

It’s Thursday. It’s 2:30 in the afternoon. I am in my pajama pants. I deep cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom. I read 10 books with my son. We played with trains. And Legos. I sat on my couch and sighed; feeling a sense of urgency to do something -anything- to keep myself busy. I set myself a reminder on my phone to go off at 2pm, because I knew I would actually be able to read it. I feel strange knowing that I am wearing glasses and no mascara. I don’t know where I left my black high heels.

I would be fooling myself (and all of you), if I were to say that I do not care. That it doesn’t bother me how things played out. That the failure was somehow all my fault. I do care. Tremendously. I loved my job and poured my heart and soul into it. In the end it would seem that the powers that be did not find me capable. I am not lying when I say that some of the best people I have ever known I have met in the last 2 years within the walls of the Iron Block Building.

Life has a way of pushing people in a certain direction. You can try to shove that annoying roadblock out of your way all you want, but if it is not God’s plan, it will not budge. You can scream and push and force all of your emotions and strength at it… but something has to give. Usually that something is you.

On March 14th, I will do something I have never done before: I will walk into my first college class. It was like I had some sort of inclination that I should take a step forward. A degree has never been a priority for me. Why did it become one, suddenly?

I have come to the conclusion that I can’t be afraid or expect things with certainty anymore. My arms are wide open to life’s possibilities, instead of crossed over my chest refusing to let go of things that are “mine”.

With that said, here we are. Page 1. This should be an interesting read…





A Series of Unfortunate Events


This is the slightly more positive version of how I have been feeling lately. I am the Baudelaire Orphans and Life is Count Olaf, here to abduct me, kill me, and seize all my money (ok, not really, but you get the point).

I loved A Series of Unfortunate Events. Though slightly morbid, confusing, and a bit frightening, each book was more intriguing than the last. I can’t help but relate this to myself at the moment. Everything is up in the air, and I feel like I have to be one step ahead of Count Olaf. 2015 was a rough year, but the New Year holds more intrigue in it than usual for me, which is ironic considering how difficult the second half of 2015 proved to be. As Lemony Snicket put it: “In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.” 

2015 in a nutshell.

It’s easy for me to sit back and say “Everything happens for a reason,” when the reason has already manifested itself. It’s harder to believe when you’re in the thick of figuring it all out and there seems to be no logical reason whatsoever. I have been staying positive, and I like to think that life is as good as you make it, but I have to wonder how much of it is completely out of my control. And thus completely useless to worry about.

I need to leave the past in the past. The unfortunate events that may happen to me do not define me, but how I choose to react does. What is seemingly a series of unfortunate events are indeed the first steps of a journey.

A journey in which I discover what I’m made of.