Recently, I have delved DEEP into the world of audio entertainment. It is something I thoroughly enjoy and now, I feel I must share one of my new favs with you guys! It is actually connected an old fav from my childhood and I am sure yours also.
I started listening to audiobooks about two years ago (and I plan to start a new conversation topic on that soon! Be so excited!) and that kinda transitioned into listening to podcasts while I would wait for a book hold from the library, etc. I primarily used it to fill the down time between books. But then I started to really get into them, the concept, the content and the ease of access are top notch. Plus, the variety of topics…it’s like blogs…ENDLESS!
In my most recent search, I stumbled upon the handsome Joe.
hee hee hee!
How could I NOT post that pic of this man! I mean, it’s freaking hilarious and you probably need a good laugh at this very moment! Or on the flip side, you could be highly offended. Which in that case, my apologies.
However, back on track. This guy, Mike Rowe, hands down one of my favorite celebrities who I find to be pretty down to earth and incredibly talented. I mean, he might have faked it, but he did make it into the Baltimore Opera and a performance of Rigoletto! Want to know more…his site is pretty handy.
Anywho, his podcast is called “The Way I Heard It” and I found it on Google Play, but you can check it out here if that is easier for you.
Way back in the day, there was this great story teller named Paul Harvey and for over 56 years, we could listen to his broadcasts on almost a daily basis. I never realized how much of a role those broadcasts played in the fabric of my life, until they were gone.
Well, if you’re seeking a bit of a throwback feel, truly, check out “The Way I Heard It”. All of the episodes are under 10 minutes and they will teach you something, enlighten you and even have you finish a cast and think, “Huh, who knew!”. Plus, you get to listen to that great voice of his!
I know you think that this post has nothing to do with the house, however, just think about all the Paul Harvey broadcasts that were listened too over the years in that old brick house!
Check it out and enjoy your day everyone! Don’t count on a 3rd post in 3 days, I don’t know if I can keep the expectations that high!
A long, long time ago, in a land far, far away….called the internet….I wrote a blog post about “if I had a kid”. The concept was that I would use this title to share little tidbits of wisdom that I have come to value throughout my life journey.
The first one was about showering.
Probably a good thing I haven’t had kids.
However, if you’re dying to read it, here ya go…click away! lol!
Anyway, today’s contribution is hopefully a little more deep that keeping up with basic hygiene. I want to take a moment to dig into something super important to me, which is taking a moment to realize that every single person around you is going through a laundry list of stressful items that are playing on their souls every damn day.
Putting it shortly.
Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes.
I myself am so guilty of getting caught up in my own drama (even though I work so hard to cut drama out left and right!). It is SO easy to let your life become all consuming. To the point where you come across that person while your in a store, or a restaurant and you snap at them. The innocent victim. You have not idea what’s going on with them and frankly vice versa.
At the end of the day, we are ALL bogged down with too much stress. We are ALL doing the very best we can to keep our boats from sinking. We are ALL juggling mental, physical and emotional health battles.
However, I believe taking those moments to breathe, step back….reassess and just remember, we are all human. We are ALL in this mess together. So, here is a quick list of some of the things that I have to remind myself to do sometimes that might help someone have a better day.
let them chose what is for dinner
practice a random act of kindness
hold the door for someone
make them a cup of tea or coffee
when they ask for a ride, give it
smile at strangers (they might think you’re creepy, but they might smile back, ya never know!)
crack a joke and get someone laughing
check in on people
don’t go out of your way to be a jerk
actually comment on their social media instead of the distant “like” button
call them (especially if they actually like to talk on the phone)
compliments are always a solid choice, especially when they are legit
park farther away and let someone else get a closer spot
be patient with people
do not lose your mind over a piece of limp lettuce on a sandwich on the poor cashier
thank people, thank them a lot
prizes, everyone loves prizes
fill up your brother’s car when he lets you borrow it
clean up the dog crap
if they need a hug, give it…it won’t kill ya
put things in perspective
let someone have control of the tv remote
empathically listen when they are talking, there doesn’t always need to be a fix
when someone trusts you, don’t break it
Now, some of these might seem super specific, they are! lol! Some of these are examples of what some of my friends have gone through this week alone.
So, take a moment, breath…you got this! So do your friends….but we all need each other.
Next post….the finished Tunisian scarf! I know you are just tingling with anticipation.
Recently, I was faced with some heating issues at the old house. Nothing too seriously and eventually (when the weather breaks) fixable. However, it did leave me in the midst of the Great Polar Vortex with no heat. I stayed in the house for 24 hours with supplemental heat before the decision was made to winterize the house and move out until the worst was over.
However, in that small window of time, I had a lot of time to think….and stress. Now, mind you, the house was maintaining at about 45-50 degrees! I personally found this amazingly impressive since we were being hit with wind chills of -20 to -25.
Back to the point.
I could not help but think of the homeless who were out suffering in the arctic temps. Northeast Ohio isn’t any more or less special than the rest of the country in this regard. In Akron, there has been a bit of a battle between the city and a private resident who has been using his property to provide shelter for the local homeless. The biggest point made from the entire argument is that there is a huge problem when people are living homelessly for prolonged periods and we as a society move right on by.
Chicago was nationally reported on for the issues they were facing and the amazing good samaritans who stepped up to help. Hats off to you Candice Payne for everything you did and are now doing to help! Not to mention, the city of Chicago for using their transit buses and mobile warming centers. Now that is thinking creatively!
Then, I was watching the Netflix documentary The Story of Us with Morgan Freeman, and one of the episodes talked about a gentleman in the UK who goes around and gives homeless people free haircuts. In the process of his generosity, he developed the #DoSomethingForNothing. Joshua Coombes, you also sir…are a saint.
Do you ever feel like the universe is throwing signs in your face? Like hello you dumb ass, wake up and pay attention?
Enough rambling, get to the point girl.
In the past, I have donated goods I have made to the homeless. Truthfully, it is when I have items that have not sold and need be rotated through to make room for new stock. Mainly, because I am addicted to crochet and will ALWAYS be making stuff until my little fingers fall right off.
I seriously feel bad just saying that. They were discards. I know they helped people. I do. I just recently donated two trash bags of scarves to the homeless around the school where I work. I know the people who received them probably greatly valued them, especially during the Polar Vortex.
One piece was missing though. The personal connection.
So, my goal for the winter of 2019-2020 is this. I want to make 20 beautiful, warm and snuggly scarves/hats/blankets and I want to personally donate them and shake the hands of the recipients. I want them to know that I see them and they are not just the underbelly of society to me.
I do feel like it is a pathetically small thing. So small. But it’s a start. Who knows where it will grow. However, hopefully my teeny-tiny step will spark a little flame in someone around me…because the world needs more love. It definitely can’t hurt, right??
Yep, here I am. I had to charge the laptop and make a point of sitting down to formulate a thought. All for you Aunt S.
Actually, in reality, I owe you a huge thank you!! I have discovered that over the course of the last three years blogging (and I use that term LOOSELY) I have learned how easy it is to let large amounts of time pass between entries.
Call it life, call it laziness ….call it whatever the hell you want…it happens. All the damn time.
So, the back story is, I saw Aunt S. at our yearly family Christmas event and right off the whip she said, “There is nothing there!”. Then the real reality check, “Not since August and the birds!”.
In fairness, I did sneak a short entry in for November.
BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT.
So, thanks Aunt S. I don’t think you’ll ever realize how much you make me smile and how much I love ya!
I don’t like to do resolutions, but being that it is January 1st, I feel compelled to at least say that I will try harder to be more present…and frankly, bore the crap out of y’all!
I do actually have a fun project to share. Years ago, I inherited my Grandma D’s china. The story went that she remembers this china being shipped from England in crates with straw. All I knew about it was I was in love with it.
I moved out years ago and I have NEVER made an attempt to move this stuff out of my mom’s house. I was firmly convinced some freak accident would happen and it would be destroyed.
Two weeks ago, I got brave and took 12 pieces to my house for my round of Book Club.
It inspired me. I immediately started trolling all of the Buy/Sell ads for the perfect piece of furniture to house it all.
Then I found it!
I recruited mom and dad (and for the record a cute little dog named Brave) to ride along with me to go snatch it up! We met a wonderful woman who shared the story of the piece and how it had been in her husband’s family for generations.
As soon as it was unloaded, I headed straight to my mom’s to round up the rest of the china and prayed hard to get it all home in one piece!
Which I did…for the record!!
I LOVE the final result! I don’t mean to sound like a braggy bitch, but it makes my heart so happy to see it all on display after literally decades.
I have also be blessed with watching this little gem over my break! So, from my crazy home to yours….
So, we have been busy lately painting a lot of really cool pets. I have had the privilege of meeting some really cool people and I LOVE it!
A few months ago, I was approached by a friend who has asked if I would consider teaching a Paint your Pet type class. It’s kind of funny, I had never considered it. Ironic, given how much my life revolves around pets of some sort. Honestly, I think I was scared of failure. The fear of letting people down. One of the primary goals in teaching classes was that people would be able to relax, socialize and truly enjoy what they created. Pets seemed scary.
But I said, sure….let’s give it a whirl. I had a ton of response! Apparently, people really love their pets. WHO KNEW?!?!?!
For the pet classes, I did manage to get my new easels made. I was actually pretty impressed with these little guys. 1. I made them from scrap materials pretty much. 2. They actually seem to work pretty well!
In this class, I had a couple of newbies and I can not lie….I was super nervous for them, because I didn’t want to let them down! But as they started to work and I started to see their paintings come together, I got really excited for each of them. As they worked through each of the individual challenges of their pets, I could see their excitement grow. By the end of the class, I can not express how happy I was with them!
By the end, I think everyone was thrilled! I even have some who want to come back to paint the rest of their 4-leggeds! “B” in particular has 6 more to go because she is a saint who works with rescues!
Thank you for your dedication my friend.
Also, if you happened to notice the abnormally high amount of injuries in this group…for the record…. they were all injured BEFORE they came to my class. I had NOTHING to do with it!
For the second group, they broke ALL the rules. Just had to put that out there. I have never had a group of such intense workers. We had a blast. It was also the first group who actually asked if I had tunes to listen to….which melted my heart. I am a music junkie!
This group also had some newbies….a few who were probably more qualified than myself to teach this class! To see each of them work, it was truly cool. The best part, regardless of each of their previous experience, they each made their own progress in their work. It’s all about challenging yourself sometimes, weather you are a veteran at something, or a new kid on the block, push your boundaries!
So, after the marathon painting session, I can honestly say that I think everyone left feeling accomplished with what they had created. I had one…and maybe two…who might try to work on theirs a little more outside of class. I was promised pics of completed works! Which was another first, but it was great to see their dedication to their creations.
Check out the photo bomb job from Beau. He’s the best!
Here was another first. They aren’t spoiled or anything.
I have noticed a couple of things about teaching these classes. People tend to be very nervous to put that first mark on a nice clean canvas. I think that idea applies to life in general. Some of the greatest journeys have to start with a step and it can be terrifying. Who wants to make the wrong line, take the wrong steps or ruin what they think is a perfect canvas? But at the end of the day….putting that first mark on, taking that first step…can lead to something truly beautiful and amazing. Take pride in the journey. Love to results of process. It’s just all little decisions that come together to make something wonderful.
That was deep.
On that note…the hallway debacle is up next! Ohhhhh, what a debacle it was…still is…lol!
So, for those of you who are busy throwing that turkey in the oven and finishing up the preparations for an amazing meal…THANK YOU!!!
That’s Momma D. in my world.
But she doesn’t trust me with making much. Actually, she trusts me….she is just so damn good at everything that I don’t even bother. I am charge of setting the table. Which honestly, is better, it harnesses my creative juices!
It’s good to have goals, right?!?!?
One year ago, I was freshly moved into the house and was feeling the anxiety of my first impending winter in the house. I wrote a blog post where I managed to come up with a list of 5 things to be thankful for, after a lengthy rant obviously! A year later, I still agree. Granted, my first five were laughable, but that’s the joy of blogging, it doesn’t let you forget anything!
So, I think this is going to be my new tradition. Not necessarily a month of writing things your Thankful for, but just a quick list. It’s good to keep things in perspective.
Here goes…I am thankful for
You. My peeps. My family. My friends. My inner circle. Listen, if you’re lucky enough to be in that world (or really any part of my world), you are subjected to constant shenanigans and venting and randomness. Because of you, I continue to function at a fairly successful level.
Mr. T. He isn’t going to read this, but without him, the storm cellar would have never gotten done. Not to mention, through the process he has become quite the friend and confidant. Thank you Mr. T.
My new fancy window frames. Now, I don’t have the whole house done yet, but they are really making a difference so far! So, that’s exciting. I promise, that will be my next blog post.
Thanksgiving itself. As I have aged, this is quite possibly the BEST holiday. It’s about the important stuff. The people. Not to mention….amazing food. I can’t wait to set the table in a few hours.
This one is going to sound weird, but the entire last year. This last year has taught me so much about myself, it’s crazy! But each and every experience has been amazing and I have loved every step of the stressful journey!
Oh and by the way…. There is a 10% sale currently running in my Etsy Shop!! Check it out! I just made a few more items yesterday, I’ll have them posted tomorrow.
Also, while you’re over there, feel free to post a review if you have purchased something from me!
Bet you’re worried this is going to be a politcal soapbox rant.
No worries, nothing nearly that serious is going to occur here today!
It’s a guy rant soapbox. More specifically a dating soapbox rant.
What the hell is wrong with people???
I had a date on Friday night. Another winner.
First of all, the dude was late. Because he was getting dinner out of the oven for his 19 & 23-year-old.
Oh, hi umbilical cord….
Amway. He’s late. That didn’t earn you any brownie points dude.
So, we meet at this dive of all dive bars. Now, don’t get me wrong…I LOVE a good dive bar. Great people watching. But it’s hard to people watch, when you are the only two customers in the joint. Meaning, it put a lot of pressure on the dude to keep me entertained. Good luck with that. I am the queen of ADHD moments.
Within the first 5 minutes of the conversation, he rolls this line out.
“So, never married and no kids, what’s the red flag with that???”
I keep meeting jerks like you.
I mean COME ON!!! Since WHEN should that be ok to verablize on a first date (if ever)? What if I had had fertility issues? What if I had been with a partner and something had happened to them? Here’s a shocker….what IF…just IF….that wasn’t something that mattered to me in life? What if it didn’t matter to me that I SHOULD be married by some societal standard???
So, does this mean he doesn’t have red flags???? I mean, hey glass house…might want to watch where you’re throwing those rocks! He divorced after 25 years…and his reasoning was because she never wanted to go out and was a homebody.
Well, let me just stop you there darling. You just met the wrong girl. There is NOTHING I love more (especially this time of year) than a chill night on the couch with my Netflix account.
Regardless. If I didn’t have a fresh beer, I would have bailed. But I went to Ohio University, it’s ingrained in my brain not to commit such alcohol atrocities.
As the conversation continued to roll on, it seemed to level out. It was at least pleasant.
Now, I left out a pretty decent detail. I was highly overdressed for this place. I wore the dress that I had worn to school with tall black boots. This is important, because it led to the conversation about laundry. He asked if I hadn’t had time to change before the date. I simply stated that I had no desire to do more laundry.
I hope you’re all sitting down.
He looks at me like I have just sprouted green warts all over my face and states, “You only wear your clothes once before you wash them???”
Yes. I know. It’s horrific. I like to be clean, not smell and for the most part not spread the toxic germs I carry on my clothes from school to those I love more than absolutely necessary!
I politely responded that, yes, as a matter of fact I do a lot of laundry. Between my clothes, dog laundry…etc..
Now, mind you….he has a dog. A lab.
“My dog has a blanket, I don’t think I have ever washed it.”
Damn, another fresh beer. Damn drinking morals.
Let me get this straight…no, I can’t actually. I have to stop. Because I literally can visualize and even smell what not only the blanket looks like, but for that matter…I have a good idea about your home now. It’s too much. Even for my imagination. Minus more brownie points…
We were reaching the end of the evening and I politely turned the 3rd beer into a Diet Coke (which I could easily take with me…in a panicked rush out the door!) and wrapped this event up.
Time for the most dreadful part of the evening. The departure. Ugh. They are painful. Do you hug? Do you shake hands? How do you send enough body language to a dense lug that you have no interest in being mouth raped?
Yep, apparently I didn’t send enough clear body language that I wasn’t interested in a make out session. Plus, I am learning a few details about myself. I really need to be more secure in myself to tell these boys to go fly a kite and walk away.
I awkwardly got through the thing and quickly jumped in the car and fled. I actually laughed the entire way home and the idiocy of what I am doing to myself by trying to date. So, there is the silver lining…it’s all comical to say the least! Plus, it offers great blog topics!
Ok, soapbox rant done for the moment.
So, is dating. I am crawling back into my proverbial hole and hibernating for a bit. I’ll be back…but I need a break from the lunacy. Plus, there are project patiently waiting for me. This weekend, trying to make some interior storm windows. More on that later!
Peace out peeps!
Just a friendly update. Since I am STILL tinkering with online dating…. I got this message this morning.
I was tempted to respond with a link of this particular blog post. However, I am not sure he would appreciate he would humor in it quite the way I did.
So, how is everyone on this gorgeous Saturday morning?
Last weekend, I hosted another painting class at the house…and oh we are starting to have so much fun!
I think I have found my niche!
So, when I started the classes, I wanted to do a variety of classes and I can’t say that I still won’t. But the masses have spoken.
They like to paint.
So, now when it comes to the painting classes, I basically let everyone tell me what THEY would like to paint! That way, I know for certain, that they are taking something home with them that they will LOVE!
I have got to tell you…I love how creative and talented everyone is! It’s so exciting to see everyone work and encouraging each other to make such wonderful things!
Not to mention, everyone gets to serious and into it!
Next class up…we will be painting on glass! Check out the Facebook event if you’re local and are interested!
Oh and memories…One year ago this weekend was the Open House party at the house!
So, this week, I celebrated the 1 year anniversary of living in the house. Trust me, my Facebook newsfeed has been blowing up daily.
I can remember all of those feelings of that naive girl from a year ago.
So much enthusiasm. So much fear. So much cluelessness.
That isn’t even a word, but you know what I mean.
I was leaving a home that I LOVED and tackling this beast of a century home. Some thought I was crazy (some still do). Some couldn’t imagine what would possess me (I still wonder myself). Some thought it was the coolest thing EVER (Momma D…that’s you!).
But regardless, one year later, I am still here. Standing. Even better…so is the house!
So, I would like to dedicate this post to the journey. Some before and after pics. A quick recap. Because frankly, reminding myself of the progress is sometimes the only thing that keeps me going!
Obviously, one of the biggest changes to the house was the entrance from the driveway.
It’s really hard to get a good feel…but oh the changes! The entrance way, the gutters are gone, the tree is gone! Still needs a lot done, but definitely working on shining the old beauty up!
The pumpkin is about the only thing that is the same. Of course, that cute chick is still around too!
For some reason, as I think back, I don’t feel like I really shared a lot of the work that was done in the back. Maybe one snow day, I’ll catch up on this project!
So, for everyone has been watching and reading along the year…thanks. You may not realize it, but the support is wonderful!
Here’s to one more year! I hope to post more and I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I do!