As many know, I embarked on a new professional journey a few months back. I traded doing work as a mortgage/foreclosure/evictions litigation paralegal for a real estate license. It's funny how events unfold and you don't realize until much later, those events had to take place in order for you to excel in ways you hadn't imagined. While I am still growing a business, I am the happiest I have been in years. I have worked for and with some really wonderful attorneys over the years. And, I have worked for and with some really not so wonderful attorneys. Sometimes, knowing when to say enough is enough is the most difficult part of taking a leap of faith. My husband likes to talk about never having a Plan B. He says if you have a Plan B, you will inevitably fall back on it. He is right about that on so many levels. In my case, the decision to have a Plan B was the right choice and now that it is Plan A I am excited for the challenge.
You are never to old to dream a new dream....
Sunday, May 1, 2016
I spent the day cleaning deck furniture and helping my oldest daughter move into her new home. After a long, exhausting day one would think I would go right to bed and sleep. Oh, but no. My body is tired but my brain is not. Therefore, I have been laying on the couch for the last couple of hours just listening to music. In light if the recent death of one of my all time favorite artists, Prince, I decided to pull out the iPod and let my thoughts drift. Two hours later after listening to Prince's Greatest Hits, Fleetwood Mac's Greatest Hits and Elton John's Number Ones, I am evermore convinced good music is mostly dead. Real artists actually playing an instrument and singing, all without the aid of autotune. By no means am I an expert or am I what I would describe as a music sob (the description of which is for a later blog). However, I recognize that just because an artist may sound great recorded that same artist may not sound so great live. The true musicians I love so much can do just that...perform live and sound as good as their recordings. While I do not discredit all of today's artists I miss the music that was. And by "was", I mean the music I was raised hearing. My parents' music, my early music and that which truly moves me.
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
The last few months have been absolutely wonderful. I have had the rare opportunity of having Chris off the road and mostly home. Life has been, by my definition, "normal". I hadn't really given much thought to this fact until recently. I guess because it has been a while since he has had to leave. We have settled into a routine of sorts. But, last week I had the opportunity to drop him off to meet the band bus here in Birmingham. As I drove away, the familiar feeling of "I'm alone" returned. Though he was only going to be gone for a day I became very aware that tour season is about to be in full swing. I'm not complaining. I knew when I married Chris that he was a touring musician. It thrills me that he loves what he does for a living. So many of us are trapped in jobs that we hate. But, very soon, I will be relying on dear friends and family to be there when he cannot. Luckily, I have some pretty fantastic friends and family. It helps tremendously to live in the community where we both grew up. We have a great support system. So, to my friends reading this....be prepared! You're about to be back on speed dial. Just remember that you love me! :)
Monday, May 26, 2014
Last week Chris and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a few grocery items. Little did we know that what seemed to be a quick errand would profoundly change the way I view life. As I said, we only had a few items to get. One of which was coffee creamer. We approached the dairy isle and there was a lady standing there making her choice. As she browsed the selection we patiently waited. After she had decided what she wanted, she turned and saw that we were standing there and gave a small smile. She appeared to walk away. However, as Chris reached into the dairy case to get the coffee creamer that he likes, we hear "why would you buy that one? It's a dollar more than the other brand." The lady we had been waiting to move was questioning Chris' choice. This exchange started what would be nearly an hour long conversation. Normally, I would have found a polite way to move along to get back to my shopping but on this particular day something stopped me. This sweet lady told us how the store brand bread is the same bread but in different packaging than a particular name brand. She also told us that the store brand milk was the same milk as that packaged by the name brand milk company. I'm not sure how but the conversation went from discussing the price of food to how she came to live in Alabama. It was very clear that she was from Massachusetts. Her accent was undeniable. She began to tell us about a dance her mother forced her to attend as a young girl. It appears that she met her future husband at that dance. He was in the military during WWII. What was so fascinating about her story was that she was recalling every detail as if it happened only yesterday. She had a twinkle in her eye and the way she spoke of her husband made impossible any doubt that she truly loved this man. As she is telling this story I was quickly doing the math in my headand coming to the conclusion that this lady is well into her 80's. Upon this realization, I became even more intrigued by her sharpness, sass and vivaciousness. Yet, there seemed to be a deep loneliness. As our conversation continued, it became apparent that her beloved husband had passed away. Though she spoke fondly of her grown children there was an obvious unspoken emptiness her husband once filled. There were many more stories and I enjoyed every one. Listening to this lady talk about her life reminded me of how short life truly is and how we only have a short time to make it everything it has the potential to be. One day I will be that lady. How do I want to reflect on my life? How do I want to tell my story to strangers in Wal-Mart? I hope it's with a twinkle in my eye, sharpness, sass and vivaciousness.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Ok, so I just got back from an amazing trip to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. And I must say that every time I travel there is a tale to tell. This trip is certainly no different. Let me start by saying that I get super stressed out when I travel. Well...I get stressed with the getting there and getting home. The "in the middle part" is generally relaxing and enjoyable. But I digress. Getting to PC was uneventful. However, the arrival was interesting to say the least. I have never felt so much like cattle as I did going through customs upon arrival. Actually it wasn't to bad. Just hot (open air facility in 80 degree weather with hundreds of your closest strangers gets a bit warm). The approximate 1 hour bus ride to the resort was good and check-in at the resort seemed to go smoothly. UNTIL...we went to what we thought was our room to find that, not only did our key card not work, the room was already occupied. OOPS! No biggie. Just a trip back to the front desk to get the proper room and key. We get into our room and the vacation begins (my vacation anyway). Fabulous couple of days. Spent quality time with my honey, hung out with some great friends and saw my sweet husband play two incredible ZBB shows.
Now, let me back up for a moment and say that we have been in a tropical paradise complete with palm trees, sand and sparkling blue ocean. This would have been awesome except for the fact that we both burn so easily that SPF 1000 doesn't keep us from becoming very crispy within minutes. So, even though I love the beach, the sun hates me. It's an ongoing battle or love/hate relationship. However, I couldn't be so close to the ocean and not at least stick in a toe. My dear trooper of a husband walked with me to the beach where he dutifully stood under a palm tree (fully clothed mind you...jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes) and says to me "go ahead I will wait right here." I literally walked to the water's edge, let a wave wet my feet, took a few pictures and walked back to the shade were my rapidly melting husband stood patiently waiting (I'm fairly certain that I heard his skin sizzling just a little).
On to the departure. The airport was very busy but that's no surprise. We get in line to check-in and check our luggage and end up behind this family that clearly had no idea that they were not the only people traveling. The teenage kids looked completely disgusted, the dad was oblivious and the mom was a control freak. She kept asking questions and chatting with the guy behind the counter. Totally held up the line. As if that wasn't bad enough, it turns out that they were on our flight. Four hours later I discover that the cosmos must hate us because we wound up behind this same family again going through customs in Atlanta. HOW did this happen?!? We had less than an hour to get to our connecting flight and this lady was chatting up the dude checking passports. WHAT?!? At this point, Chris had already been whispering some things in my ear that had me laughing so hard that I was in tears. So when he sees this same family in front of us that had been in front of us leaving PC all he can say is "oh lawd, she gonna chat up the passport dude so much that Homeland Security is going to take her family in the back for complete cavity searches." I was howling!! I'm surprised that I wasn't the one carted away. Those who know me well know that when I get really amused I will laugh to the point of tears. A friend of mine once told me that she had never met anyone who could laugh and sob at the same time.
We made it to our connecting flight just in time. YAY! Made it to Birmingham, got to the luggage carousel and people started to gather to wait for their luggage. In all of my years of people watching there is one thing that remains constant. When waiting for luggage people seem to think if they hover over the conveyor that in some way it makes their bag come quicker or maybe they can will the baggage handler to pull theirs from the plane first. One thing is certain, the people standing so close to the conveyor look like they are staking claim to that little piece of real estate for queen and country and would defend it to the death. And don't you dare try to get around them to get your luggage. So, Chris and I are standing back waiting with grand anticipation for our luggage to appear...and we wait...and we wait. My luggage finally appears. We thought for sure that Chris' luggage would be right out after mine. But no. His luggage decided that it wanted to ride on the flight after ours. At least we know it's on it's way.
There are so many more things I could say/write but it's late and I'm not up for writing the next volume of War and Peace.
Until my next adventure...
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Another year in the books. 2013 came and went so quickly I almost feel like I missed it. (but trust me, I didn't) Since my last post I have been busy with the holidays, the girls, keeping up with Chris and his schedule, working, traveling and living life. We had a great Thanksgiving, an awesome Christmas and a wonderful time ringing in the new year. I did not make a resolution. But, then again, I never do. Bring it 2014!!
In other news, the older I get the more I realize the importance of tolerance and kindness even when my feelings and opinions differ from others. I will not get into the boring details but in the last handful of weeks I have read so much intolerance, disrespect and disregard for difference in opinion on social media that my heart is heavy. We see ads that warn against cyberbullying as it applies to kids and teens but what I have read recently is nothing more than cyberbullying among adults. I suppose there is courage behind a screen and keyboard versus saying mean and hateful things to a person's face. What is even more disturbing is that the ones bullying actually think they are founded in their attacks and lack of understanding or willingness to see a point of view other than their own. Grown adults that include professionals, stay at home parents, young people, older people and political figures. I read their comments and truly wonder if they would actually say these things in a public place and say them the way they are typed? These comments and posts just further validate for me that society has deteriorated to a point that other people's feelings and opinions mean nothing and are to be disregarded if they do not align with our own. Society has lost the ability to just agree to disagree.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
For as long as I can remember Sunday has always been a melancholy day for me. I did not grow up living down the street from my grandparents or any relatives for that matter. Therefore, weekends were for visits either by them to our house or a road-trip to Georgia. Though our family wasn't 1000s of miles away seeing them was not a spur of the moment thing. Sunday has always been the day to leave. Now that I am grown, Sunday has become an alone day and once again the day to leave. When Allison comes home from college she has to leave on Sunday afternoon to get back to school. Ashley is usually doing her thing and Chris is almost always on the road. Hence...Sunday is a very lonely day. But the silver lining is that Chris and the girls always come home. That is something that warms my heart and makes me very happy!!