B. is out at a poker game. I was at home meant to be doing homework and housework but got sucked into watching Titanic instead. Nothing like a good bawl to make you feel good.....I love this scene the best. This is how I feel about B. I hope everyone gets to feel this way about someone else.
I am so sneaky for doing this but I regret not having time to blog. I compose all of these great blogs in my head when I am driving about and never get them down on "paper". The whirlwind has started again - three full time classes, working 50 hours a week at my job and thinking about getting a new one. My husband is soooooo sweet and understanding. B. had a big job interview yesterday, if he gets it he will have to start commuting but the money is so much better....we can start saving to move to NZ...he has another interview next week so keep your fingers crossed! If anyone ever reads this, hope your day is wonderful.
Luv A xoxo
Red Man
I rushed home on my lunch break today to pick up something for B. The neighbourhood was deserted, full of empty driveways. As I rushed from the kitchen to the lounge, down the hallway through the blinds and glass of the front door I saw a shadow. Was it my imagination? I peeked around the corner in anticipation of my own reflection and saw a man standing at the door, looking up. He didn't knock, didn't ring the door bell - just stood. I ducked back behind the wall as quickly as I had peeked out and waited...nothing. I called B. on the cell and ran upstairs to look out the front room window. The neighbourhood was still deserted. I slunk out to my car, on the phone with Brad the whole time and looking over my shoulder. As I jumped in I simoultaneously the locked the doors, dropping the phone and disconnecting B. Nevermind I thought, I am safe and I will see him in five. On the way to B's office my phone rang a couple of times, but I was feeling lazy and didn't recognize the number so I let it go to voice mail, thinking it was work. He was waiting in the parking lot, concerned and frustrated. Why didn't I call back? Why didn't I pick up his calls? He'd already called our work from home neighbour and sent him over to the house to investigate. Poor B. But who was that guy, anyway?
I regretted not taking my camera with me while I walked around the park today, but it did leave me alone with my thoughts. As meandered I thought about things like conformity - am I the best me that I can be? The most unique and special me? Or do I spend all my time conforming and trying to fit in? It's a good question to ask oneself - is the best you can be someone you have the courage to be? And...what happens if you start being the You that you think you really are?
I was fairly riled up by these thoughts, as I spent about 4 hours online today looking for jobs in Corporate America (short term, I assure you) - riled up enough to go home and change my hair from blonde back to its natural red-gold and wonder if I had the courage to wear that extra special party dress to the new years parties tonight, nevermind else everyone else is wearing! A rather frivolous consequence of such philosophical thoughts, but I AM a girl you know....
I took this picture as I waited for B. late this afternoon, as the sun shining in from the back door hit the front...
I just made this post at http://www.iveyfiles.com/2007/12/are-entrepreneu.html?cid=95335560#comment-95335560 - it sums up a few things I have going on in my life right now...
I believe that entreprenuers are born, not made. Business school entreprenuership classes can teach useful skills and allow students to build relationships with other like minded individuals. They can also help a student determine if entreprenuership is a direction they want to head in. They cannot however, teach the vision, drive and passion that it takes to launch a company and guide it through the good times and the bad.
I am a married women in my 20s, working full time for an entreprenuer and completing my MBA fulltime, with courses that fall into the entreprenuership category. They have given me clarity but ultimately I have to look inwards to see if I have the strength and drive to "make it happen". My mother-in-law just opened the first of a chain of med-spa's, a process which I have been helping her with in my (non-existant!) free time. An entreprenuership class couldn't give her the amazing energy she has at the end of a 15 hours day in those early months, just some useful skills.
Now I have to make my own decisions - start a company when I get done with school? Or biggie size the J-O-B?
I am thrilled with the new Canon Powershot SX100 IS that Santa brought me for Christmas - you see - size does matter! After weighing the benefits of being able to put a digital camera in my pocket vs. a 10x optical zoom lens, the zoom won. Getting another camera with a 3x zoom would have been just another disappoiment. The SX100 IS is definately a spy camera! I will be going photo crazy over the next fews weeks I am sure!
I joined the photography club in college, and learnt how to take pictures and develop them myself. It's incredibly peaceful and healing being tucked away in a dark room alone with your art. One of my sisters friends threw me into turmoil at one point however, with the statement that we put too much faith in photos, and sometimes they can limit the extent of our memories to only the things we have photos of. Life cannot be summed it in a picture, she said.
Hello you! Thank you for reading my blog - I am excited to be joining the Club.
I have definately been in nervous anticipation of making my first Post. What I realized is that you can't sum yourself or your thought up in a paragraph or two, it has to be a journey. Do you blog? Do you remember making that first Post? I guess the big thing I am trying to avoid is that "I am the center of the universe and also a literary and philisophical genius" type of Post that is never really that entertaining - so I am going to keep it very simple.
Here is where I am at right now:
I am an ambitious, wholistic 27 year old New Zealander living in the USA for the last 6 years, with a hot & hairy husband that I met online at the day-dreaming age of 16 - back when our ICQ ID #'s were only Six Digits and "World's Chat" was an archaic precurser to second life. I fell in love with a Penguin named Shakey - 11 years ago! (That's another story!).
I live in the 'burbs which I hate, because I would rather be in or out, not teetering on the edge - I work for an entreprenuer as his "go to" problem solving Genius (huh) and I am going to school full time to get my MBA. Thank goodness for Christmas break because it is one crazy roller coaster being an employee, a wife and a student (all full time). But there is only 6 months to go and in August I get to rediscover my life again.
It was nice to meet you. Leave a comment so that I can come and read your blog!
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