Friday, July 31, 2009
Katie and I arrived early and had plenty of time to explore Austin. It was during this time that I discovered my super power of being invisible. Almost every shop and restaurant we went into Katie was being hit on. Now I didn't need to be hit on - but what was shocking was that they didn't even see me standing there with her. So not only do I have the wedding "deflector" ring, but I am also invisible - but for Katie it was fabulous. She didn't even care if the guys were on the creepy side - she claims that no one in Salt Lake hits on her...which I know isn't true since both the mailman and a waiter at a nearby restaurant have asked her out.
The great thing about conferences for work is that it gets you all motivated and excited about what you are doing - so for that I am very grateful.
The thing I was most grateful for? I came home to a clean house...YIPPEE! Now - Off to work!
Friday, July 24, 2009
We got together frequently and the girls really enjoyed playing together. A few of my favorite things about Anne:
1. She has a husband who's career has been spent in the cosmetic and skin care industry and yet she rarely wears make-up - she is just naturally gorgeous.
2. When Hannah was around 2, Anne convinced her that Martha Stewart Living was a children's show - so that she would sit quietly and watch.
3. She is dedicated and insane enough to willingly teach 6:00am seminary to the kids in her ward.
4. Her children filled out a "getting to know you" sheet for church..all with ridiculous answers and Anne was mortified that no one at church blinked an eye when it was read.
I miss having her around!
I am jetting off to Texas soon for work, because July seems like a great month to visit Texas. (If only I loved the heat more.) The downside (I'm sorry Katie - it's a downside) is that the gala event for the convention requires you to dress up as your favorite rock and roll star. Now there are moments when I could think of this as fun, but they are very few and fleeting. Who on earth am I supposed to dress up as? The problem is this - out of the 400 people at the function there is a VERY good chance that I will be the only one not drinking. I think costume parties like this become more fun if you are drunk. One person did make this suggestions to me, "Hey you could get a blond wig and be Dolly Parton - you know - when she used to be big." So as tempting as that is, I unfortunately am not a triple F cup, nor do I own cowboy clothing of any kind. Any ideas on what I should dress up as?
Monday, July 13, 2009
My mess is no where near the level of my siblings, but I am starting to wonder if someone placed a plumbing curse on the Olivier clan - or if there is some gene that is now mutating to include pantries....Marc and Lisa BEWARE!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I found this simple statement beautiful and thought provoking, but it also made me realize something: When I am really struggling I suddenly come upon magazine articles, emails, books that seem to speak to my soul. I guess Heavenly Father knows the best way to reach each of us. In an earlier post I told about discovering the book The Self Esteem Trap, this moment led to deciding I had a right to happiness, and explained some of the reasons I was struggling. So after my global admission of being assaulted and wondering "Now what?" a few words of wisdom fell into my lap.
The first came from an "O" magazine. I never read this particular magazine - in fact I have been letting all my magazine subscriptions end because I never have time to read them, but on my lunch break yesterday I felt very drawn to purchasing this magazine. Inside is an article entitled "When Your Biggest Problem Is...You" (which you can tell is a great article since it quotes the Princess Bride) which discusses an issue called "counter phobic mechanism, a tendency to slide toward, not away from, something you fear. Those of us who use plain English might call it self-sabotage - and it can ruin your life." In a very "anti-law of attraction" suggestion - it says that if we don't allow ourselves the opportunity to go straight to the heart of our fears and figure out how we would, in reality handle them we would unconsciously end up sabotaging ourselves.
I had a conversation with Kristen one time about anxiety. The poor girl is obsessed with them, as am I (wonder where she got that from?), when I went to respond to one of her fears, she said "I know you are going to tell me not to worry because that will never happen." I replied, "No, that is not what I was going to say. Bad things happen to everyone, but I know that you are strong enough to deal with whatever comes your way." I realized I have never given myself that same kind of encouragement.
Things I used to, and still stress about, have happened. I am overweight, marriage has definitely had some bumps in the road, I am a working Mom whose business is barely squeaking by, but I am still here. Worrying that it would happen didn't stop it from happening. In spite of what happened to me years ago, I have survived, now I just want to be able to be free of some of that anxiety and self-loathing.