The Boo Files
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Soul. Mate.
There's something magical about finding your soulmate. More magical than the fleeting moments of falling in love that people experience throughout their lifetime. Finding a soulmate is different. More special, more rare. Because a soulmate isn't simply someone who makes you happy or that you could live with... a soulmate is bigger, better than that. A soulmate is destiny; and what's better than the moment you find your destiny?
"I do, I do believe in fairies"
Considering how overwhelmed I've been lately, it may be a good time for another list of happy thoughts. My little Peter Pan list for pixie dust. I do, I do believe in fairies :)
1) The family I'm marrying in to. So many people complain about their in-laws... especially their mother-in-laws, but I have to admit mine is pretty fantastic :)
2) Writing. Be it in this thing, for work, for play, for fun, whatever. I just like it. And maybe if I keep talking about how I need to write my book one day I'll be able to actually sit down and do it.
3) Baking. Its been such a long time since I've baked, but a work potluck gave me a reason to and it made me miss it a little. Maybe a little more than a little.
4) My mini family.. because my fiance and my puppy are two of the most important people/dogs in the world to me. Without them home wouldn't be home.
5) Reading. Because sometimes life is stressful or overwhelming and getting lost in a book, or a series, and connecting to these characters that are so vivid its almost like the feelings you have are for real people and that is a gift in of itself. People who don't read are missing out on something pretty magical.
It's pretty late so maybe I'll leave it at a short list for now, but if I get the time it may be a good exercise in good health to add to it later.
Until next time,
Nora
1) The family I'm marrying in to. So many people complain about their in-laws... especially their mother-in-laws, but I have to admit mine is pretty fantastic :)
2) Writing. Be it in this thing, for work, for play, for fun, whatever. I just like it. And maybe if I keep talking about how I need to write my book one day I'll be able to actually sit down and do it.
3) Baking. Its been such a long time since I've baked, but a work potluck gave me a reason to and it made me miss it a little. Maybe a little more than a little.
4) My mini family.. because my fiance and my puppy are two of the most important people/dogs in the world to me. Without them home wouldn't be home.
5) Reading. Because sometimes life is stressful or overwhelming and getting lost in a book, or a series, and connecting to these characters that are so vivid its almost like the feelings you have are for real people and that is a gift in of itself. People who don't read are missing out on something pretty magical.
It's pretty late so maybe I'll leave it at a short list for now, but if I get the time it may be a good exercise in good health to add to it later.
Until next time,
Nora
The everlasting, never-ending conundrum of time.
Part of me wishes that blogging wasn't so infrequent. It feels like there needs to be more hours in the day, not only to keep up with all of the obligations of what I have to do.. but to keep up with all of the hobbies and little extras that I like to do. Even if there were, say, 36 hours in a day... or perhaps even 30.. I think I could be okay with 30.
Its strange, because I feel like I spend a good part of any given week or month writing.. mostly articles, or rewriting or editing what others give me. I've also been lucky to write a series of articles for a newspaper in northern CA over the past few months. Between all of my jobs, I get to write probably more than a lot of people... and thanks to the variety, I get to write different sorts of articles. But they are all just that, articles. And sometimes I miss the opportunity to blog.. or write a short story... or attempt to get somewhere, anywhere, with my book. Or the idea that I currently hope to turn into a book.
And its not just finding more time to write. Its finding more time to do other things. I feel like I used to bake more. And I used to make up my own recipes more. I have all these different new flavors I want to try and create but finding the time to bake... esp. without a group of people to eat the finished product... is proving harder now that I'm working more. But I don't think that working more is the issue. I think it all goes back to 24 hours just not feeling like enough.
I also sometimes wish that I had more time to pursue other work opportunities and side projects. I'm really thinking not too many people would complain if we had just a few more hours in the day. A few hours to spend on hobbies, catching up on work/schoolwork/housework or just hanging out with the people we love, doing everything or nothing - or both.
And now I'll leave you with a quote. Because I like, too. And words are kind of my life <3
Until next time,
Nora
"sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people" -Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One
Its strange, because I feel like I spend a good part of any given week or month writing.. mostly articles, or rewriting or editing what others give me. I've also been lucky to write a series of articles for a newspaper in northern CA over the past few months. Between all of my jobs, I get to write probably more than a lot of people... and thanks to the variety, I get to write different sorts of articles. But they are all just that, articles. And sometimes I miss the opportunity to blog.. or write a short story... or attempt to get somewhere, anywhere, with my book. Or the idea that I currently hope to turn into a book.
And its not just finding more time to write. Its finding more time to do other things. I feel like I used to bake more. And I used to make up my own recipes more. I have all these different new flavors I want to try and create but finding the time to bake... esp. without a group of people to eat the finished product... is proving harder now that I'm working more. But I don't think that working more is the issue. I think it all goes back to 24 hours just not feeling like enough.
I also sometimes wish that I had more time to pursue other work opportunities and side projects. I'm really thinking not too many people would complain if we had just a few more hours in the day. A few hours to spend on hobbies, catching up on work/schoolwork/housework or just hanging out with the people we love, doing everything or nothing - or both.
And now I'll leave you with a quote. Because I like, too. And words are kind of my life <3
Until next time,
Nora
"sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people" -Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Mark.
She stood there, tears streaming down her face as she collected her things from the home we had once shared together. The parting was mutual but also mutually upsetting. I watched her close up her last box, unable to move or say anything, paralyzed by fear of loss, fear of moving on. I couldn’t believe I was going to watch her walk out of our door – now my door – for quite possibly the very last time in my life. I made an effort to move forward, wet my lips with my tongue and part them to say something of some substance, though I don’t even know if my mind knew what is was yet. And that’s when I saw her face, tear-stained and broken, the only way I hated to see it. And I began to tear up.
I’m not a man that cries often, and even through the treacherous break-up I’ve been holding it together fairly well, on the outside anyway. But the moment I caught a glimpse of the small, darkened spot on her left cheek, just before her hair fell and covered it again, I began to lose it. It was only a birthmark, one I had seen a thousand times before in our life together, but the meaning behind it brought tears to the brim of my eyes that threatened to spill over.
It wasn’t her only birthmark, and it wasn’t the most prominent one either. In fact, it could go unnoticed by people, even those who knew her well, for years. Only the people who truly got to know her, the ones she shared her whole self with, knew about that mark.
Seeing it I was immediately transported back to the first day we moved in together. We were all smiles and uncertainty moving into our 700 square foot apartment with our IKEA furniture and Target-brand everything else. That night, as we prepared to crawl into bed, she retreated to the bathroom to remove her make-up as I waited, reading a magazine in bed. I remember thinking how crazy it was not how long it takes a woman to get ready but how long it takes her to get unready. As she came out, fresh-faced, hair up in a lopsided bun, wearing flannel pajamas and a cotton t-shirt, I noticed it for the very first time. And somehow I felt like everything would be okay. The panic of living with a new person, sharing your life with them, growing up and all those feelings that come with it all, dissipated.
Given it’s position on her face, and how light and nearly invisible the mark actually is, it’s not something that many notice. You’d think a birthmark on the face would be a fairly prominent characteristic, but every morning the makeup would erase the spot and it wasn’t until nighttime when she wiped off her daily mask that I would see the little mark, if only for a second, before she rolled over and went to bed.
That birthmark began to signify something greater to me. It was about intimacy and closeness, this odd form of non-verbal communication that I began to take as possibly the greatest signal of trust you could reach with somebody. When her birthmark was visible, she was vulnerable, and it held this magic power that could end all fights.
When the tears would start streaming after a large argument or a small tragedy, sometimes one in the same, and she would wipe the flowing saltwater droplets from her cheeks, the make-up would smear away and I would catch the tiniest glimpse of that symbolic birthmark. I never told her what it meant to me but the second I saw it, or there was a promise of it beneath her rich, chocolate-colored hair, I would tuck her hair behind her ear, envelope her in my arms, and apologize for every wrong I’d ever done onto her. Because a women who allows you to experience all of her – that vulnerability that comes only with true love – deserves to win every fight ever fought.
The fact that no one knew about her subtle birthmark made it like this unspoken secret. I never told her its impact on me, and subsequently our relationship. I’d never told anybody. It’s impossible to verbalize the affect of something so private and unnoticeable to anyone in the world. Because I knew no one, not even her, would understand.
As she turned toward me that day in the apartment we once shared, and would soon no longer share, mascara-stained face and tiny swipes of makeup erased from the places she tried to clear her salty tears, I knew it was there. Under her pin-straight hair that smells of vanilla and honey, I would find her stamp of vulnerability. Her tiny imperfection that was so essential to our relationship. I thought back to our hardships, our nights spent together under covers laughing, playing, just being together and being us. I knew in that moment I couldn’t let her go, couldn’t let her walk out the door we shared, and hopefully wouldn’t stop sharing, until we found a new door to call our own.
I shut my mouth, because no words would do, I moved toward her with great intent, and I tucked her hair behind her ear, catching a fleeting image of that little mark. As I breathed in vanilla and honey, she wrapped her arms around my back and sobbed harder. And while I didn’t know the future, I knew, in that moment, we would be okay. We were always okay.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Has it seriously been this long since I've written?
Ok, so I fail. I think I got busy and totally abandoned my blog. Good news: busy = more work = more money. But lately I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed. Holding two main jobs, freelancing a little on the side, planning a wedding and making time for friends, family and a social life can be a struggle. But sometimes I honestly think I do better being busy than having next to nothing to do... funny how that works, huh?
I think I'm still working on developing my hobbies. I'm trying to find some sort of creative outlet, either through baking or something a little more artsy. I made chalkboard martini glasses for a bachelorette party and I actually really liked it. I've also been trying to find little projects around the house. My fiance has been better at this cause he's the one with a green thumb and lets face it, guys are usually better at house-stuff. He's currently working on fixing up the yards and one of the upstairs bathrooms. I've been doing littler things, drawer lining, etc. But hopefully with all of these little things I can keep busy and feel accomplished and helpful. It's weird how even though I've been overwhelmed with a lot of this stuff, having these things makes me feel better about my self in way.
If my fiance had it his way I would probably be attempting to write a book right now but I'm finding it so hard to create something original and fantastic. I can get started, but I can't seem to take it anywhere. Maybe I'll get around to this eventually but writing a lot for work I think can sometimes drain me in the writing sense sometimes. If anything, it makes me feel kinda good that he at least believes I could create something great. He's pretty awesome.
Now I've been trying to find a good book to read after I've finished the Hunger Games Series (in like less than 2 weeks haha)
I think I'm still working on developing my hobbies. I'm trying to find some sort of creative outlet, either through baking or something a little more artsy. I made chalkboard martini glasses for a bachelorette party and I actually really liked it. I've also been trying to find little projects around the house. My fiance has been better at this cause he's the one with a green thumb and lets face it, guys are usually better at house-stuff. He's currently working on fixing up the yards and one of the upstairs bathrooms. I've been doing littler things, drawer lining, etc. But hopefully with all of these little things I can keep busy and feel accomplished and helpful. It's weird how even though I've been overwhelmed with a lot of this stuff, having these things makes me feel better about my self in way.
If my fiance had it his way I would probably be attempting to write a book right now but I'm finding it so hard to create something original and fantastic. I can get started, but I can't seem to take it anywhere. Maybe I'll get around to this eventually but writing a lot for work I think can sometimes drain me in the writing sense sometimes. If anything, it makes me feel kinda good that he at least believes I could create something great. He's pretty awesome.
Now I've been trying to find a good book to read after I've finished the Hunger Games Series (in like less than 2 weeks haha)
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Work outttttt
I'm trying to get my ass motivated to get into wedding day shape! I am definitely sore from my core workout yesterday but I must not have worked my arms enough because they aren't as sore. Now I just have to get motivated to work through the pain and do it again today. Maybe some yoga would help with the soreness.
I'm about to scour my Cosmo mags to find some workout routines I can do from home. I want to have the bod of a celebrity come July, haha. Maybe not the boobs though, I don't think I can will those to grow.
Sometimes I wish AZ wasn't so full of hot weather and bugs so I could go for a run outside! Maybe I'll have to opt for a swim instead.
Maybe I should consider upgrading my 5 lb. weights, too :)
Until Next Time,
Nora
I'm about to scour my Cosmo mags to find some workout routines I can do from home. I want to have the bod of a celebrity come July, haha. Maybe not the boobs though, I don't think I can will those to grow.
Sometimes I wish AZ wasn't so full of hot weather and bugs so I could go for a run outside! Maybe I'll have to opt for a swim instead.
Maybe I should consider upgrading my 5 lb. weights, too :)
Until Next Time,
Nora
Monday, September 19, 2011
Dress.
Dear Dress,
Why are you backordered?!
Sincerely,
The girl who wanted to order you for her engagement shoot.
Until Next Time,
Nora
Why are you backordered?!
Sincerely,
The girl who wanted to order you for her engagement shoot.
Until Next Time,
Nora
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