Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Just did a quick review of the amazing amount of posts of 2011. TWO. And none of them included my daughter's 3rd birthday video. Seriously? I suck. I even had internet at the time. FAIL.
Here it is now 8 months late. 4 months before her next one is due.
Posted by Pants at 11:43 AM
I've always enjoyed updating this blog, but the last year has been...interesting. A couple unexpected moves and 6 months later we finally settled into the sweetest little house in West Seattle (as of August...yeah it has been awhile). Its our (or my) first adventure living alone, without roommates or a significant other.
It has been such a rewarding experience. Finally, we have had the oppportunity to settle into a routine that is just for us. Mom and daughter. I probably would have been updating this blog a buttload in the last 7 months if it werent for a small problem...no internet. Or cable for that matter.
Yes, we are living in the dark ages.
I figured we could give it a shot, just see how that would go, and its been suprisingly wonderful. Its just so...quiet, relaxing. Gracie may watch a cartoon dvd in the evening before bed; however other than that, we listen to music, read books, and just veg out and unwind at the end of the day.
All this being said, the tides may be changing in the very new future.
Work has become more demanding in the last 7 months and "sometimes" requires some effort from home. Oh joy.
But in addition to that, I have seriously been aching to write. Not just on this silly little blog, but to get back into what I have always loved to do. At one point, I wasn't half bad at it. Months go by without even a trace of it, and I am afraid I've lost it. Not forever. But my brain is so hard-wired now to operate in the claims world. Abbreviations. Half sentences. Acronyms. I have completely forgotten how to write about anything other than summarizing chart notes, action plans, investigations, etc. Blah blah blah. Its sucking my brain dry of the ability to write as I used to. English major no more. Claim's Adjuster II. Woop woop! Not.
Ever since I was a little girl, writing has given me an outlet, a sense of fulfillment that nothing else does. I'm determined to get back at it. Maybe it will help restore some of my lost sanity in this claims nightmare I've been sucked into the last year and a half. Okay, its not necessarily hell in a cubicle. But really, it wears on you.
Of course there are many perks to this job: autonomy, benefits, flexibility, a guarantee to continue to advance within the company, etc.
The most rewarding is the ability to help those who really need and deserve it. I have learned so much from these voices at the other end of the line; Men and women I develop relationships with solely over the phone. At at time in their lives when they are hurting, scared about their recovery, going through exhausting treatments, I have the privelage to help them. Explain the process, the benefits they are owed, and to help them understand certain setbacks that may be coming their way - at no fault to them or myself. Its just the way WC claims work. It is extremely rewarding to help them understand and give them some peace of mind that everything will work out. More often than not, it does. If only all the other requirements I have would allow me the time I need to give to these people. Thats the challenge. The constant balancing act.
Ok, who wants to talk about work on a Saturday morning? The point is, I need internet. Not just to work the x amount of overtime hours that are necessary to keep my head above water...but for me. I NEED TO WRITE. Internet isn't REQUIRED to write. I just prefer it.
Next post will be an update on my one and only, Gracie Mae. Not for any of my million followers - ya know, all 3 of them. But for me. For her. I love looking back on my older posts and reading about what that little nugget was up to at that time in her life. Its a snapshot into those memories I have of her. They get foggy with time. Its kind of like a slap in the face when I see how little she was. How she gibber gabbered. And then talked. And then developed the addie-tude.
My baby is not a baby. Repeat. My baby is not a baby. She's going to freaking pre-school in the fall. At a REAL school. Waaaaaaaa. But I'll save all my motherly denials and self-realizations for the next time.
Posted by Pants at 10:49 AM
Monday, June 6, 2011
Haven't watched this in awhile. Still cracks me up though!
Posted by Pants at 11:37 PM
Monday, March 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Patrick had to work during the day last Wednesday. Becky was so nice to watch Gracie for us. Here's a video of the girls re-united after their longest hiatus! Looks like they missed each other :P
Posted by Pants at 12:27 PM
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
This morning Patrick came over to the house to hang with Gracie for a bit. We got to talking about Gracie's wild hair and decided it was about time for a trim. On a whim, we headed to the kids' salon right then.
Well...the trim turned into a full blown hair massacre!
Before - pouting at auntie Meghan's wedding. She didn't want to put that dress on!
Not a fan of this at all...
Okay, maybe this isn't so bad after all!
My girl looking supa dupa fly
I'm thinking she's looking pretty sassy and adorable, however, I was hoping her bangs would stay long (it took SO long for those damn things to grow! All that tugging on the ends and sweet talking them to pleasefortheloveofgodgrow! gone to waste in a matter of seconds. Sniff) It was a fun experience for all 3 of us, but just a teensy part of me feels sick about losing those wispy mullety curls. Especially when I look at this picture:
Posted by Pants at 12:41 PM