Damn you LED. I unplug unused appliances. I drive an electric car. We installed a house fan instead of air conditioning. The pool is salt, not chlorine.
Listen, I'm not a saint, but I try to do my part.
For 35 days out of the year - a little over a month - can I PLEASE get real Christmas lights? My childhood lights. Red, blue, green, white, orange. Opaque, beautiful goodness.
When Nate asked if we could do colored lights this year my one ask was, nothing fancy, nothing blinky, nothing etched - I wanted real colors, smooth finish, 80s goodness light bulbs. We bought five boxes, Nate made three additional trips to Ace hardware, and finished the job right as the storm hit.
He was so proud. And they do look great - lined up perfectly, framing the house and the garage.
But they look...off. The color's not right - it's colder, not warm. It's...just...it's just no.
And as I'm researching why my memory is not matching up, I find the answer. LED. I needed C9 bulbs. Heavenly C9 bulbs. And a C9 cord. I found them on Christmaslightsetc.com. I want to buy them and I want Nate to restring the house. Is this responsible? No.
We took Thanksgiving off in a way. We have threatened doing it for three years in a row, but lack of alternative plans and family guilt sinks in. Not that we don't love hosting - and Nates makes one hell of a turkey. Thanksgiving in our family seems, for lack of a better word, the best holiday to take off, which is odd since the idea of the holiday is to surround yourself with family.
As we have all grown and created new families, the holidays also have a way of separating you - new family traditions negotiate with old, new babies create new schedules, and new husbands are eager to try their hand at the Thanksgiving bird.
So we gave it a shot and tried something new. And we loved it.
Thanksgiving Eve we rounded up the troops and met at Cucina Roma to sit in an black leather booth with pasta and wine. Captain brought all the women flowers and flirted with the girls at the booth next to us, giving each lovely lady multiple hugs.
Thanksgiving morning we made a cul-de-sac breakfast, with Nate and Brett making burritos, and Ryan and Jessi a batch of homemade cronuts. We drank coffee in the front yard and watched the boys become super heroes while Maya and River hopped around from house to house as Thanksgiving bunnies (we didn't ask).
And then we did nothing. Literally. Eric and Suz came over with Hunter who I got to love on. The boys played Super Mario Brothers. Nate went for a bike ride and I did a Barre3 online class; we got into an Uber and headed down to Laguna Beach for a four course Thanksgiving dinner while sitting at a table looking right at the ocean. I had a bourbon drink while Nate sipped on a mai tai. We opened a bottle of Rombauer Cabernet and watched the sunset. Captain ate almost an entire cheeseburger with a vanilla ice cream chaser. We ran on the sand while we waited for the car, and we came home to an empty house with no cleanup.
I am still looking forward to a brood of people crowding the kitchen and being inappropriate on Christmas Day. Nate is already working on what type of meat he'll be cooking up on December 25th. And we're also talking about where we're going to camp on our 2nd annual "The Hawleys Take Thanksgiving Off Tour 2017".
Decided I am overdue on Botox but undecided on if it's selfish or self preservation to get it right before the Hoildays
Over credit card debt - back on the train that if we can't pay for it in cash, we are not getting it. Pay it down. Pay it off
The above also goes toward car loans and Casa Grande
Listening to a LOT of Audible lately with my LA commute and feel very strongly about holding 3-5 investment properties that are paid off and brining in rental income
Back to wanting a camper for the family
Realizing I have conflicting wants
Hair is back to red and I'm obsessed
Thought I won a "you're not leaving the table until you finish your eggs" fight with Captain, but then found a dog hair on the newly cleaned plate and am now in a slight state of depression
Feeling very close to getting caught up with work - we'll see if I can keep it
Newly aware that if I don't keep to my morning schedule, workouts are a shit show
Big things are happening with Nate - it was an exciting week for him
Captain overdosed on sugar at last Sunday's friendsgiving, woke up to go to the bathroom one night (which is BIG - we're still in Pullups), and currently is walking through the office holding 3 remote control cars...so something is about to happen
I have long held the opinion like many of you, that bringing work home on the weekends is against the law. A showcase of your weekly inefficiency. Failure.
Three months into my new company, I'm changing my mind. I wouldn't call it ideal - working 15-20 hours a week and making $1 million dollars is ideal - but I've grown to like the time to myself and my computer with none of the interruptions that come during the weekday office of a very fast growing small company. The truth is, there would be no way in the current environment to only work during the week. My days are caught up in impromptu meetings and brainstorm sessions, all things that are exciting as I watch the changes happen since we are nimble enough to do this. Yet it takes work, and left turns, and re-vising things that have been re-vised; and I tend to look up at the clock to see it fast approaching 6pm - 6pm without an email written or responded to. There is an hour in the evenings to try to attack the communication, but the hour goes by fast and the chunk is too small to be considered caught up.
Last weekend, after 20 days of travel, I decided it was enough. I took a time out from the computer - which is fair. I can easily see how people get burnt as I have gotten close to the flame recently. The weekend was great.
But what happened was not a sense of renewed energy. It quickly became Monday and the realization of how behind I was in communication was daunting. Monday-Wednesday last week was a blur or anxiety, meetings, and knowing I was getting further and further away. Emails that were hours old became days old.
So this weekend I worked. Captain was playing outside, Nate was napping on the couch. I had the windows open, the music going, and I worked for a few hours each day. I caught up, organized myself, and when I got tired of emails I stopped. Did some laundry. Went on a walk. Curled up next to Nate for a few.
So no, I guess, not typically ideal. But it seems to work for me. For now. It is my new productivity. And I'll take it.
Come ON! How does this NOT happen? How does one not have a fireplace like this if one can. And then there's a small part of me that thinks if I truly could have it my way with our house, no one else in the world but me would appreciate it. And I will become an old lady with purple hair still in it. But then I think....that's okay too.
Not only is this not my go-to color scheme, it's not even an office. And it's a bittersweet post, as I leave a career I have loved for six years to take on a new opportunity that I am beyond excited about - I am also thinking what my next evolution of an office will look like.
It may not look like this but there is something breathtaking about the consistency of a theme. And it also makes me feel that if Willy Wonka had a hot-ass wife, this would be her house. I dig that.
I've been thinking lately on why I had a rule that both bathrooms in the house MUST have both a bath and shower. Obviously it's ideal, but our bathrooms are not large and why try to crowd in things when you can do one really well instead?
This is for Captain's bathroom and the idea that a large open shower with a big pop of colored tile would do worlds more than a cramped combo any day.