Sad note

One of Seth's co-workers, Sondra, is a Westie-lover as Seth and I are. Over the summer, she had to make the difficult decision to put down her 15 year old Westie, Maggie. Maggie had lived a long and good life and was ready to go. A month or so later, Sondra bought a new Westie puppy, Daisy, who was only 6 weeks old at the time she picked her up. Here's a pic of Daisy just hours after Sondra picked her up from the breeder.

Last night, Seth told me that Daisy died. I couldn't believe it. He said that Daisy got into their coy pond and couldn't get out and drowned. Sondra was the one who found Daisy. My heart broke immediately and I cried for Daisy and for Sondra. I just couldn't believe it. Sondra doesn't have kids and really seems to treat her dogs like her own kids - they are her world. Daisy was just a few months old and just starting life. Part of what breaks my heart is to think of Daisy and how she must have struggled, been afraid, and just had to give up. I know I shouldn't humanize a dog, but we truly don't know how they feel, but certainly they know fear and know when they are in trouble.

I feel as if I've lost my own pet, but was thankful to have Three beside me when I heard the news. She always seems to know and understand when mommy is upset. I picked her up and looked into her eyes and told her that her Westie sister, Daisy, had gone to doggie-heaven. She licked my face.

It's going to sound funny, but I really thank God for my Three because she's brought a new kind of love to my heart. It allows me to sympathize with people who lose their pets in a way I know I could not have before we got Three. It's a special kind of love and connection that I can only assume happens to all true dog-lovers. I sometimes wonder how much more of that I'll feel if Seth and I have kids down the road. I know little Daisy is in doggie-heaven and while she lived a short, short life, I know she'll be OK.


Baker's Dozen

It seems like I've gone through at least a dozen great ideas for potential careers for myself. Hopefully one day it'll be clear what I'm here to do, but even in the midst of the Paralegal program, I'm still not convinced it's been revealed to me yet. Mom says a lot of "smart" people are restless in life and constantly looking for something new to learn or at least something challenging to try. Maybe that's me, but I've never felt smart so why would I think that way about myself.

Anyway, I've always liked to cook and started out baking. I'd make cookies, cakes, or any other dessert that sounded good when I was at home on the weekends during high school or just bored. Pretty much since my own wedding and since becoming addicted to the Food Network, I've thought it would be so much fun and so rewarding to bake and decorate cakes. I'm not talking necessarily "Ace of Cakes" style cakes, but I see myself making your traditional wedding cake or birthday cake, but just making it really cute and/or elegant. I don't have a desire to create a cake replica of the State Capitol, but I do have a desire to create gorgeous wedding cakes. It sounds so fun yet challenging and creative!

I'm considering trying to find out if I could work part time in a bakery to learn the process. At this point, I'm not going to put all my career eggs in one basket. I figure I'll just try stuff out and see what takes off. I've still got my stationary business in the background and may have a huge new client thanks to my sis-in-law, Shelly! We'll see! My wedding photographer always tells me I should be a wedding planner each time I see her - maybe she tells that to all her brides - but I like to pretend she really means it when she says it to me and that makes me feel good. It's nice to hear things like that from someone you admire and look up to as a professional. Here are a few cakes I like from some local (and not-so-local) bakery sites:

Sweet Memories Bakery, Apex

Ketchie Creek Bakery, Mocksville

My life should be called "As the Career Turns." I feel nuts about how wishy-washy I feel about things. I would just like to be happy, content, and creative in my work. There's no need for the torture of being verbally abused by strangers anymore.


Time Flies....or not

I randomly thought of this yesterday even though I've thought it a million times before. It's so odd to me how time seems to fly for everyone else but not so much for oneself. Anytime something exciting is coming up that you're really looking forward to, it just seems to take an eternity to arrive at the occasion, but for others (from my perspective) it arrives at normal speed or perhaps even super-fast.

Examples include weddings, babies, graduations, home purchases, etc. Seth and I spent 13 months planning our wedding and it just seemed to take forever to get here. Once it was over, all that time we waited didn't seem as long as it did in the process of waiting. This is how I'm feeling about the paralegal program. I know it's only 2 tiny semesters and only a little more that 7 months total of school but it just seems to me that May 2008 will NEVER get here. I just keep reminding myself that it'll be May before I know it and I'll probably be telling someone "I can't believe how fast that went!" I'm just not there yet so each day feels like a million.

It's also felt this way with my friends and their babies. Four of my college friends have 2 babies each and 2 of those friends even have 3rds on the way. Since I don't get to see them and I'm not living their lives it seems the babies are made and born within a couple of months. This is clearly not the case, but it's just so funny to me how everyone elses' time seems to fly but my own seems to crawl along at a snails' pace.

Not that I'm wishing my life away, just sometimes it would be nice to feel like the good stuff comes along quicker than the bad/boring stuff.