T – 72 Hours

I’m caught between wanting it to immediately be the day of the wedding, and then suddenly wanting the next three days to take forever. It’s a catch-22 to be so excited for something, that the anticipation alone is completely fulfilling.

I have gotten so many kind words and pieces of advice from people in my life this week, that I wanted to take a chance to compile some of it together. However – when I went to transfer texts, emails and calls into a blog post, it made very little sense out of context.

So instead, I’m trying to process it all, and take advantage of everything I feel, say, hear, taste, worry about, laugh over, remember, forget, etc…as part of this experience. The overwhelming advice I’ve received is: 1) Enjoy the day and pause, repeatedly, to take it all in; and 2) Don’t forget to eat.

Still working on # 1…but # 2 has never really been an issue.

Thank you all for the heartfelt advice, generosity, excitement and love over the past few months. I’ve appreciated every well-wish and bit of advice.

 

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I’m Lovin’ It

I’m not sure what most girls do after their final wedding dress fitting, but I felt it was appropriate to go to McDonald’s. The dress was a little big – it was a strategic meal.

I mean, it’s normal for 27-year old girls to get together in Gilbert on Tuesday nights to eat Happy Meals, right?

Erin and I have made a routine of McDonald’s dates since high school. Linds was babysitting her niece and nephew. Together, we were one big, happy family, full of trans fats and grease.

All this fun for under $10. That makes it sort of okay that we eagerly instilled horrible eating habits in these kiddos. But in our defense, we had apple dippers, not just fries.

learning is painful

Have you ever written an email to several thousand people, from an executive vice president, and accidentally signed your name  instead of his? No, me neither. Until today.

Yeah, that happened.

This is a bad mistake for anyone, but my job is to edit. So it’s that much more embarrassing.

The crawl-under-your-desk-and-eat-a-brownie kind of embarrassing.

I am so thankful to work with leaders who can at least find this humorous. And forgive my pre-wedding fried brain.

Live and learn.

overshare overture

If you Google, “millenials overshare” you’ll discover a wealth of articles discussing my generation’s tendencies to share every aspect of ourselves with the world. This is nothing new, and often puts me and my peers in a negative light, for not observing traditional communication boundaries. But I don’t necessarily categorize oversharing as a bad thing.

Sure I think it’s strange to see people texting in bathrooms and tweeting about things I wouldn’t choose to broadcast, but I think the advent of social media has helped us more than it’s pained us. The ability to share more, in so many forums, has transformed the world and opened endless doors. And, if nothing else, it’s pretty funny.

I like this quote from The Huffington Post, you can read the whole article here:

And since you’re probably not interested, here are some personal overshares:

I have no qualms about digging through trashcans for items that can be recycled. It feels like a rescue mission for kidnapped bottles and cans.

I don’t like small dogs. Or any cats.

I like cookie dough more than I like cookies. And frosting more than cake.

Good customer service trumps all other shopping variables. When it’s not good, I yelp about it.

Fire drills scare me even when I know they’re planned.

I have complete conversations with my dogs and no part of me doubts they understand.

I use my combination lock from my seventh grade locker at the gym. That $4.50 investment is still kicking after 15 years.

I have always wanted to serve on a jury.

 

 

 

lessons from baseball

A lot of my posts incorporate how grateful I am for my parents. That’s because I think unconditional love is the best gift we can give or receive. A lot of people aren’t as lucky as I am – to have incredibly loving and engaged parents, who continue to provide the guidance and support I need to grow and succeed. This winter I had an opportunity to volunteer at an event with the Diamondbacks that my company sponsored. It was a great experience that resulted in a unique Hanukkah present for my dad. I gave him the letter below with his gift:

I have a present for you, Dad, and it’s not a book or workout clothes this time. I’ve decided to think outside the box and give you a baseball signed by six players on the Diamondbacks. I know that for a baseball and autograph aficionado like you, this isn’t anything too exciting. But – your clever daughter has incorporated a lot of symbolism into this gift that I’ll now explain.

You’ve taught me a lot of lessons in life, probably more than you’ll ever know. Oddly enough, a lot of them relate to baseball. This is probably because I was raised in a house where the Red Sox were considered to be a higher power, and Fenway was the most holy place we visited. I know that as a girl, I never quite understood all the rules and nuances of the game like Dan did, but you always did your best to include me, answer my questions and let me play. I’ll always remember playing catch with you in the front yard, and how excited you were during the one season of softball I was coerced into. I know my first black eye was a proud moment for you (it’s ok). These wonderful experiences are poignant memories that I’ll always treasure. Lesson # 1 – The best things in life aren’t things and don’t cost money. They’re experiences.

As a child, I was pretty extremely shy. We’re all relieved I finally overcame this, aren’t we? I was also a passionate animal lover. These two factors combined into a challenge when I desperately wanted to walk the neighbor’s dog, but was too terrified to ask them for permission. You would ardently refuse to ask them for me, pushing me outside of my comfort zone. I whined and cried but would always give in and ask them. Today, I credit part of my assertiveness to this rite of passage. The lesson has carried into adult life too, with your guidance on “asking for the job” at every interview. Lesson # 2 – Be confident. Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.

Fortunately for you, I was always a hard worker and excelled in school. I loved learning and gaining exposure to new things. I feel so fortunate that as a child, you and mom constantly took us to museums, enrolled us in classes and took us on educational trips. You guys encouraged me to seize every opportunity that crossed my path. This instilled a constant curiosity in me that is still as strong as ever. It’s helped me engage in all kinds of things I never thought I would be able to do. Lesson # 3 – Try new things. Never stop learning.

Every year during Hanukkah, you would remind Dan and me to write our relatives thank you notes. We moaned and groaned about it, and often tried to get by with quick, messy notes. You always put your foot down and made us create quality thank you’s and mail them promptly. You reapplied this knowledge when I graduated college and started going to job interviews. Every interview was followed up with a hand written thank you note. If you recall, I landed a lot of job offers :-) To this day, I probably write more thank you notes than anyone I know (except you) and really understand how much people appreciate this. Lesson # 4 – Write thank you notes. People notice.

Sometimes, it’s ok to break the rules and have an adventure. Case in point: when the MLB Rookie of the Year is at a press conference three miles from your daughter’s house, it’s perfectly acceptable to tell her to pretend to be a reporter and sneak in and meet him. I’ll never forget getting your call telling me that Dustin Pedroia was in my zip code. I sped down to the stadium and found a way to wait for him outside the building exit. I won’t pretend it was a smooth operation, in fact, I was pretty awkward about the whole thing, and definitely scared the crap out of him, but I got a photo with him that made it all worthwhile. Lesson # 5 – Even when there are a million reasons you shouldn’t attempt something, sometimes there’s nothing to lose by trying. Don’t think about it, just do it.

You may be wondering how I got this signed ball I’ve given you, and how this is all connected. Truth is, it’s actually the result of a combination of the lessons above. I was recently invited to Chase Field for a work-sponsored volunteer event. We were given strict orders NOT to ask any players for autographs. Nevertheless, I still decided to pack a baseball and Sharpie in my purse. You never know. Sure enough, as the event was winding down, I was able to dart onto the field, meet several players and get their signatures. I was afraid they’d say no, but decided to try. I knew that even if it didn’t work out, it would be a funny story (Lesson # 1). I knew to be confident and act like there was nothing wrong with what I was doing (Lesson # 2). This was a new feat for me, but I figured it was something everyone should attempt at one point in life (Lesson # 3). I was paranoid that the players would tell me no, or that security would take me off the field, but still decided to go for it (Lesson # 5). I even wrote a thank you note to my coworker who organized the event (Lesson # 4). So, in conclusion, it’s a true sign of good parenting when your 27 year old daughter still follows all your rules. Thank you, I love you.

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holy.guaca.mole

Thank you, Barrio Cafe, for the best guacamole I’ve ever had. Beautiful and delicious.

I always associate making guacamole with my high school AP Spanish class, where we had to make it as part of an in-class exercise. It didn’t go so well. Something about the combination of avocados, food processors and 17-year-old boys threw off the dynamic.

And here’s a fun fact: guacamole, while pronounced in Spanish with more of a ‘w’ sound than a ‘g’ sound, is in no way related to Whack-a-Mole. In case you were wondering. No judging my late night googling.


Moral of the story: if you’ve never been to Barrio Cafe, go, at once! Order this goodness and a lobster quesadilla. And please finish chewing before you call to thank me.