Thursday, June 30, 2011

Nathan Ryder Nhat Vo

On June 29, 2011, my best friend Linda gave birth to a healthy 7 pound 6 ounce baby boy.  His name is Nathan Ryder Nhat Vo and we call him Ryder.  While I have been a part of  Linda's Daughter Mya's (11) and her son Anthony's (10) lives since they were 3 and 2, this was my first time being there in the delivery room and seeing my sweet nephew born.  Linda did amazing and she wnet 100% natural.  She was a soldier.  I am a proud auntie.  The experience was way more than I was expecting but since everyone has felt the need to explain every horrible part of the process to me, there were really no surprises.  I was a bit emotional in the few minutes after his birth.  I am so happy for Linda and Ty.

Monday, June 27, 2011

I Want


I have been practicing self control to the best o f my ability for way too long (minus a tiny lapse at Christmas time for a pair of boots) and I just can't take it any more! I want! I want this:




I can't wait till I have one of these:



I mean let's be honest.  It has been nine months since I got my apartment and I still have an empty living room.  In fact I want TONS of things for my apartment that I have resisted. 

I am dying for one of these (preferably this one) to wear at my pool, since I have bought one cheap one since high school.




I want to get my hair done.  I want to get the side of my car fixed.  I want to have cute sun dresses.  I want to  go to the naturopath to figure out my stomach and fatigue issues.   I want to go out to fun dinners on summer nights and have a cocktail.  I want to visit my sister and her husband.  I want to see Jena.  I want to take a dang vacation.  In conclusion, I am just so dang tired of being on broke status.  And that is just how I feel today.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

One Year

One Year ago today was my official hire date at Linville Law Firm, PLLC. I had already been working "unofficially" for over a month but that's another story. I am glad to report that I still love my job, I think I have grown a lot here, and my boss is still pleased with me. My employment at Linville Law Firm (as well as my graduation from UW just before) is a testimony that God works all things out for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28) Now I am a full-time paralegal at a good firm with a great view with a college degree. It is not where I want to be forever, but it is certainly not a bad place to be for now. I think I might buy a bottle of wine tonight to celebrate!





Larry and Steph

Prep for the Negotiations

Larry and Katrina

The negotiations begin

Larry's Intimidation Tactics

And relief.  All fun and games now.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Yoga


I am pleased to say that I can do these moves now.  Of course they don't look quite this good when I do them (yet) but nonetheless, I have improved.  I didn't used to be able to do them at all.

Restful Yet Productive

I had such a great weekend.  There are no pictures to show how great it was but it was exactly the weekend I wanted.  I was (once again) so tired by the end of the week that the minute I got home I went straight to sleep.  I took a two hour nap and then I spent some time with Darean.  And then I went back to bed around 11.  In the morning I woke up at 9, got my coffee, read my book for a few hours, bid yoga booty (which almost killed me) took a nap, read some more got Thai food with Darean and then read the rest of the evening.  Sunday I cleaned my house until it sparkled and then spent the evening with my family to celebrate my dad and how much he means to each of us.  Then to bed I went.  There is nothing better than starting my week off rested and with a clean house.  Yaye life. : )

Friday, June 17, 2011

Dad, Close Your Eyes

A couple weeks ago I woke up from a nap wanting two things, ice cream and a tattoo.  Weird right?  I get sick when I eat ice cream.  Tattoos on the other hand, I like.  I have been considering getting a tattoo since I was about 15 years old.  I have set my mind on several different designs and locations over the years but turns out I have a serious fear of commitment. This life might be but a fleeting moment but it still last a lot longer than the ink stays pretty.  Anywho, I have the itch kind of strong lately. 

I have also noticed that I really like words. Word tattoos seem to be my favorite. It is all about the meaning.  I just love words that hold so much meaning in some one's life.  In addition to the one from my post last week that says, "To thine own self be true" I also really like these:


This one says "I am my beloved's.  My beloved is mine."


 "There once was a little girl who never knew love until a boy broke her Heart"  I love what it says, I love the font she used and I LOVE where she got it.  Plus, I have found that many of these word tattoos with several lines, the lines don't look perfectly straight and hers does. This is definitely a favorite.
 Cute.  That's all there is to say about it.  (Of course I would have to overcome two fears to get something like that ; )
I would honestly never get a tattoo on my chest but the words that are there and the way they look like they are burned into her chest moved me.

I don't think there is anything to worry about currently, I have toyed with the idea for so many years now that I am not sure I will ever do it.  But who knows.  : )

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Arbitration

   Oh my goodness. I am so tired of this damn car accident nonsense! It has been 4 years and 3 months now since an idiot slammed in to the back of my 2003 silver Acura TL (which I loved. Her name was sezzy.) the guy hit me so hard he totalled a $20K vehicle. My trunk ended up in my back seat and my car was pushed into the car in front of it. I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance and provided with a treatment plan. However, I had no Personal Injury Protection and though the man admitted responsibility and Allstate (his insurance company) paid for the property damage, they refused to pay for medical.  My health insurance also refused to pay.  So I went without treatment for a year (which always makes the insurance company claim my injuries are not related to the accident).  
   The arbitration is in about 3 1/2 weeks.  I am so anxious.  The results could literally make or brake me.  I have about $19K is medical bills, about $5K of which I paid out of pocket as a broke student workin' at a coffee shop.  The rest is on a lien. I have been slowly (very slowly) catching up after this burden to my financial situation (and the $2K I lost in law school applications).  But it would alleviate a huge amount of stress in my life if I was finally reimbursed for the medical bills I had to pay.  However, the risk is that if things don't go well in the arbitration, I will magically owe about what I paid for my college education (so much for working hard for 10 years to stay out of debt).  And all I did was sit at a red light!
   Seriously, this man has stolen so much of my time, energy, and physical health that sometimes I want to look him up, knock on his door and tell him what I think of him.
   This week I found out most of my witnesses were not going to make it to the arbitration for one reason or another (more nerve wracking for me). 
   Here is the real kicker, if I do get awarded a decent amount, the insurance company can just appeal it and go to trial.  So it will be another 6 months or something and more legal fees and more stress.  sheeesh!  So this is causing unwanted anxiety.  If you think about it, say a little prayer for me. 

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

For the Record

Just for those of you who frequent Little Sister's blog (as I am sure all my readers only found me from reading Little Sister's blog), I actually made this collage all by myself. She uploaded it and I made all the color changes. My blog is now officially my own artistic creation. : )

Friday, June 10, 2011

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Jazz

"It’s nice when grown people whisper to each other under the covers. Their ecstasy is more leaf-sigh than bray and the body is the vehicle, not the point. They reach, grown people, for something beyond and way, way, down underneath tissue. They are remembering while they whisper the carnival dolls they won and the Baltimore boats they never sailed on. The pears they let hang on the limb because if they plucked them, they would be gone from there and who else would see that ripeness if they took it away for themselves? How could anybody passing see them and imagine for themselves what the flavor would be like? Breathing and murmuring under covers both of them have washed and hung out on the line, in a bed they chose together and kept together nevermind one leg was propped up on a 1916 dictionary, and the mattress, curved like a preacher’s palm asking for witnesses in His name’s sake, enclosed them each and each and every night and muffled their whispering, old time love. They are under the covers because they don’t have to look at themselves anymore; there is no stud’s eye, no shippie glance to undo them. They are inward toward the other, bound and joined by carnival dolls and the steamers that sailed from ports they never saw. That is what is beneath their undercover whispers.

But there is another part, not so secret. The part that touches fingers when one passes the cup and saucer to the other. The part that closes her neckline snap while waiting for the trolley; and brushes lint from his blue serge suit when they come out of the movie house into the sunlight.

I envy them their public love. I myself have only known it in secret, shared it in secret and longed, aw longed to show it – to be able to say out loud what they have no need to say at all: That I have loved only you, surrendered my whole self reckless to you and nobody else. That I want you to love me back and show it to me. That I love the way you hold me, how close you let me be to you. I like your fingers on and on, lifting, turning. I have watched your face for a long time now, and missed your eyes when you went away form me. Talking to you and hearing you answer – that’s the kick. (p 229)

But I can’t say that aloud; I can’t tell anyone that I have been waiting for this my whole life and that being chosen to wait is the reason I can. If I were able I’d say it. Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now."

This excert is form Toni Morrison's Jazz. Man that woman moves me. Reading this was the first time in a very long time I have felt any inclination to endure the trials in hopes that love might last.

Monday, June 6, 2011

My Beautiful Weekend!


This weekend was just amazing. I spent Friday night finishing the last 200 pages of a book that Esther gave me, which was interesting and amusing. Friday morning I was awakened early by the sun which was a beautiful way to start a beautiful day (pun intended). Darean and I had coffee in the sunshine at Starbucks followed by a yummy lunch at the Honey Bear CafĂ© (a personal favorite). Then at about 2 I made my way over to the parentals’. Little Sister and I love to sit out on mom's beer garden in our kinis and drink beers. It is fabulous because it is private and my mom designed it so we get the maximum warmth and all wind is blocked out (I know brilliant right?).

I was met with a pleasant surprise when all my family was already out there (and Sister and I were of course making the most of the first kini day of this year) a few of my favorites of Little Sister’s friends were over to visit. We laughed, talked, and enjoyed the sunshine until about 4:30, when it was time for Katrina, Tiffany and I to get ready for the next phase of the day. We got ready (well she got ready and I visited with Uncle John and Aunt Ivy who happened to stop by) and off we went to our adventure.

We stopped by green lake where we scooped up my great friend James Travis and off we went to the Owl and Thistle for an Irish brew before the show. Then we were off to the long awaited U2 concert! When I say long awaited I mean LONG awaited. My dad bought us these tickets a year and a half ago and the concert was supposed to be last year but Bono injured his back and they cancelled their whole tour. I told Little Sister at the show, “I have waited longer for Bono than I have for any man!” She smiled. ; )


It was worth the wait and the night was amazing! The skies were clear, we never got cold and I felt like I was living a dream come true; come to think of it, I was living a dream come true! It was a late night but it was a perfect night.
Sunday morning I slept in, had my morning coffee in the sunshine while I started my new book, then cleaned the house a bit with all the windows and doors open! Made my way to Andrea’s graduation party and then spent the evening reading Jazz by Toni Morrison. It was certainly an ideal weekend, filled with exciting activities, time with friends and family, vitamin D, and plenty of relaxation (especially reading).

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

U2!

I am so excited about the U2 concert this weekend. I can honestly say that I have not been this excited about anything in YEARS. Little Sister mentioned to me today that it is going to be in the 70s and how we are going to be drinking beer (and I was already sooo excited to see Wes). I got so excited and now I can’t concentrate! Then I started thinking about how Stephanie and I are going to go to Capitol Hill Block Party (which I have wanted to go to the last couple years but never have) and I my excitement compounded. Then I started feeling guilty.

This may seem to the reader like a total change of subject and I honestly don’t care to fill in the blanks. I realized that in dating, I am able to love people who are so different from me because I love new and exciting things. I love being introduced to a new culture, different genres of music, exotic foods, and new activities. But then I find myself a couple years in and I realize that a part of me is starved.

I remember when I broke up with Jimi, I was driving one day and found myself so happy to turn on the radio to 107.7 (The End). I had pretty much only heard hip hop music for 2 years! Don’t get me wrong, I love hip hop, rap, r&b, jazz, blues, etc. The thing is, I realized that the guys I date tend to not reciprocate my willingness to adjust and try new things. I end up feeling like I am starved for certain things whether certain music, old friends, a kind of food, or just new adventures. Then I end up feeling guilty for wanting to do these things on my own and not be weighed down by the other person’s lack of interest.

This is just one of the many reasons I feel like I should just be single. I don’t know that there is anyone out there that will be able to participate in all the facets of my personality. Is there a guy out there who will want to go to Jazz Alley on Friday and then a karaoke bar with my friends on Saturday, church on Sunday and stay home reading and watching movies throughout the week? Is there someone who will go salsa dancing, hiking, camping, enjoy fine dining, sports games, and love to read? Is there really a guy out there who can keep me intellectually stimulated, make me laugh and appreciate just being together without words? Am I being ridiculous? Should I just accept that I am too much for anyone? Should I just admit myself into an institution? These are rhetorical questions. Oh well, for now…I AM GOING TO U2! With a great friend, beautiful weather and my favorite Little Sister!