New Year's Eve

I'm not sure how it got here so fast. 2014 started fast and ended fast. It has been one of the most transitional and goal reaching years of my entire life.

This year:

I had a book published.

I filmed for a program on PBS.

I got national press for my clothing line.

I got happily laid off from my dread day job, and I am just working doing patterns for hire and my dresses now.

I hopefully graduated physical therapy for the last time.

After 14 years of fighting it, I had my gallbladder out. It's been 9 months since. I was in denial about how much discomfort/pain I was in for years, and still expect to feel it ever now and then being angry. Fear is a powerful thing.

I dealt with anxiety about surgery, flying, life, and poor sleeping.

I started doing Zumba, this month. It's kind of amazing, and I really hope it transforms my life into actually not despise working outs. I made it through classes and didn't die, and actually look forward to going. (no I am not drinking before)

I learned that some of my greatest joys and rewarding work is done through volunteering. I am the most proud of the work I do with this. Both with the Newberg Animal Shelter, and with the Clothing Closet at my High School in Newberg. It makes me so very happy to be able to help.

I went swimming almost once a week all summer. I'd like to say this is the key to all success.


2015, I have no idea what you have in store for me. Other than I'm open wide. Instead of not knowing what I am going to be doing in 2 years, I don't know what I will be doing in 2 months.

I'm excited.

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Advertising fails

So in the past year I have become completely dependant and obssesd with two things:

1. Midol.

2. BB cream.

I say adverting fails, because I know what each of these products were independently, but had never understood why I needed their magical powers in my life.

1. Midol, what the hell is this? It's the thing that the young man at he grocery store gets red in the face helping you locate (from fear? of PMS fueled rage maybe? ) And is embarrassed to ask you if it's for "lady problems", yes this actually happened. (It also doesn't help his fear if you are white knuckle cluthing a Dr. Pepper and a bag of M&M chocolate covered pretzels in the ask)  I am forever indebted to Rita for almost forcing this magic drug down my throat one day. 20 minutes later I was all WHAT IS THIS MAGICAL SUBSTANCE THAT HAS MADE ME NO LONGER FEEL AS THOUGH I AM DYING?!?!?! 
    It was so magical that I actually wrote to Midol and told them their advertising was shitty and they lad lost 15 years of loyal patronage by not reaching me with it. Magical, I swear. They just sent me some coupons in return.


2.  BB cream. I am not actually sure what is in this, guessing not ground up Midol, but maybe could be? I had it lathered on my face at different make up counters over the past few years. I couldn't tell the difference because of the sheer amount of spackle they had put on me, in attempt to sell 10 face products that I can't even recall what they were. I had to recently be filmed, and my lovely hair/make up lady, Heidi Cuthbert gave me the low down on how to look fabulous on film. Well mainly this BB cream. It's light, has SPF, doesn't get gross evens out your skin tone. Just put it on. MAGICAL.

If I become a hoarder and someone has to estate sale my house, you can bet I'll have a back stock of both of these.

Holidaze

The last 22 days of this month have not gone how I thought they would in my imagination. That's ok I guess, since nothing ever does. I hope to come up for some air in the New Year, it's all good, just new uncharted territory.  I am so very lucky to do something that I love as a job, and now I am doing that as my own boss.

More updates as I get time, but here is Santa with Santa Max.