Did I mention that DH and I are in the same occupational field?
That means we both have very strong opinions design-wise and many times completely different visions for the same thing. That also means that my career doesn't pull any weight when it comes to who's design idea is better. I sometimes envy girls who have husbands who don't care how the house is decorated or designed. I would love to have the house as my very own blank canvas. But alas design decisions are cooperative around here - after all we both have to live in it. Most of the time we are very good about cooperating and the give-take thing. I'll give in-on this, if you'll give-in on that. We can agree that we want to do things... it's just what we want done that we disagree on. For example, we are looking at remodeling our teeny-tiny master bath. Right now the tile is falling from around the tub, we have a sink with no where to place a cup or toothbrush holder, nor anywhere to store towels (its just a sink stuck to the wall complete with the pipes showing underneith) no outlet - which means you have to use a hairdryer or electric razor in the hall, the roof is pealing in one spot and the linoleum is stained in places. The bathroom is exactly a 5ft by 7.5 ft room -that's including the bathtub. It's not what you would call a big area to remodel. But somehow even this tiny room has caused us to have multiple design disagreements. I prefer the 3 knobbed faucet for the shower, he prefers 1 knob. I like the vanity with space open space underneith like this he likes the European style one
I want to remove the old wall heater, he doesn't. I see it as a fire-hazard and eye-sore. He sees it as a possible feature that some future homebuyer may look for in a home. We are going to Lowes sometime this weekend to look at stuff and kind of price out the things to go in the bathroom. I'm sure we'll run into more design scuffles. At least we agree on a wall color. We signed that treaty when we were trying to figure out the color for the living room - the disliked color for the living room became the favored color for the bath. Two creative minds - two completely different methods of thinking. It makes life interesting, to say the least. More frustrating sometimes, but more interesting.
Friday, February 24, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
I am not a detail person
When DH and I first got married we were poor as Job's turkey. He had been laid off while we were planning the wedding and I barely made over minimum wage at the time. We looked for every way possible to save. When his hair got to the point that it was curling at the ends and my friends said his signature move was pushing his hair from his eyes - I asked him if he'd like for me to cut his hair so that we could save the $8 he'd have to pay at Fantastic Sams. He shook his head no and his verbal answer was slow, thought out and said in a very loving manner "Zann, you just aren't a detail person. Haircuts need detail." It aggrivated me at the time. But really truer words were never spoken.
Some people are detail people. They work for hours getting things just so so. Evening out the stray hairs, tying up lose ends.
I am not one of those people.
I am what you would call an overview person.
The world, of course, needs both. If the world were full of detail people nothing would ever get done. So I'm okay with being an overview person. And I darn well better be because I don't think there is much of a way for me to change it.
DH thankfully, is more of a detail person. Not to the point that it annoys me.... well not to the point that it annoys me all the time... but just enough so that he keeps me in check.
There are advantages to being an overview person.
I'm not terribly picky. I believe strongly in the phrases "it'll do in a pinch", "pretty good", and "it'll work". As long as it functions the way I need it to I'm usually cool with it. I adapt well. Missing details kind of forces you to improvise a bit. I'm speedy - I never let those little things slow me down. And I'm excellent at brainstorming because no details are involved - just ideas.
There are down sides, however, to being an overview person as well. For instance, lets look at dinner tonight. I was fixing Reubens. It all seemed perfectly normal and right until we bit into them. The bread did not taste like Rye. And there was a good reason for that. It was not rye - it was wheat. But because the packages are similar colors and I am not a detail person - I grabbed the wrong loaf. A Reuben just isn't a real Reuben if it isn't on Rye - therefore I've decided to call cornbeef and swiss on wheat bread a Raul. We never made true Reubens anyway since neither of us like sour kraut.
Another example of a pitfall of being a overview person is that estimating is not my strong suit. I said I thought we'd finish the living room this weekend. Well I didn't take into account one tiny detail. We had an old wall heater to remove and then had to patch the drywall where it left a huge hole. So we actually finished the living room tonight. Only it isn't actually finished because I forgot one other tiny detail. We have to touch up the baseboards. *sigh* as I think I've mentioned before- we will probably be painting until June.
The only place that I'm really accomplished at paying attention to detail is in my work. And it took a long time to get to that point. I can still see my exasperated graphics professor holding me by the arms and looking in my eyes and saying "Zann, please remember - God is in the details. Say it with me. God is in the details." I try to remember that in all areas of my life but the problem is I'm easily distracted and details are easy to miss when there are bigger and better things to look at or think on. I once got in a bit of trouble for forgetting to run spell check and an ad ran and apparently the local nursery was selling "shurbs*" Ever since I've put a hot pink sticky on my monitor that says "spellcheck" just as a reminder. It's worked as far as I know. I haven't had a complaint like that in a long time.
Of course I'm not the only overview person working in my field though and that is some comfort. There is the great story of the day a full page ad ran that said JC Penney had men's "Shits" on sale for $9.99.
Oh yes! I almost forgot the example of the awards cermony this weekend. When going to an awards banquet an overview person should make a placard reminding themself to check things before leaving the house. Like the elasticity in their thigh highs for instance. Just as I am not one to buy a new dress unless I am the one receiving the award, I am also not prone to buying new under-garments for such an occassion. And of course it never occured to me that the thigh highs might be getting old or that the cold weather might cause whatever material holds them to your leg at the top to losen (they were the self holding kind, garterless- in other words). So as we approached the ticket table at this fine, formal soiree I had a thigh high caressing my ankle. That is always a fun thing to try to hide while you are being greeted by colleagues. Thankfully I excused my self to the nearest restroom and removed the faulty hose before DH's boss and her husband arrived or else I would have been really embarrassed. But note to self and other non-detail-oriented people- Always check elasticity.
The key to being a successful overview person is to surround yourself with detail people. Sticky notes help too. But mostly it's the detail people in your life who help you get through. And they need you too. Who else is going to tell them "It works the way it is. We're going to be late. Let's go." or "no one is going to notice - who looks at the sole of your shoe anyway?"
Balance - it's what keeps the world on it's axis.
*There really are Shurbs out there. Hopefully none were sold before the ad was corrected.
Some people are detail people. They work for hours getting things just so so. Evening out the stray hairs, tying up lose ends.
I am not one of those people.
I am what you would call an overview person.
The world, of course, needs both. If the world were full of detail people nothing would ever get done. So I'm okay with being an overview person. And I darn well better be because I don't think there is much of a way for me to change it.
DH thankfully, is more of a detail person. Not to the point that it annoys me.... well not to the point that it annoys me all the time... but just enough so that he keeps me in check.
There are advantages to being an overview person.
I'm not terribly picky. I believe strongly in the phrases "it'll do in a pinch", "pretty good", and "it'll work". As long as it functions the way I need it to I'm usually cool with it. I adapt well. Missing details kind of forces you to improvise a bit. I'm speedy - I never let those little things slow me down. And I'm excellent at brainstorming because no details are involved - just ideas.
There are down sides, however, to being an overview person as well. For instance, lets look at dinner tonight. I was fixing Reubens. It all seemed perfectly normal and right until we bit into them. The bread did not taste like Rye. And there was a good reason for that. It was not rye - it was wheat. But because the packages are similar colors and I am not a detail person - I grabbed the wrong loaf. A Reuben just isn't a real Reuben if it isn't on Rye - therefore I've decided to call cornbeef and swiss on wheat bread a Raul. We never made true Reubens anyway since neither of us like sour kraut.
Another example of a pitfall of being a overview person is that estimating is not my strong suit. I said I thought we'd finish the living room this weekend. Well I didn't take into account one tiny detail. We had an old wall heater to remove and then had to patch the drywall where it left a huge hole. So we actually finished the living room tonight. Only it isn't actually finished because I forgot one other tiny detail. We have to touch up the baseboards. *sigh* as I think I've mentioned before- we will probably be painting until June.
The only place that I'm really accomplished at paying attention to detail is in my work. And it took a long time to get to that point. I can still see my exasperated graphics professor holding me by the arms and looking in my eyes and saying "Zann, please remember - God is in the details. Say it with me. God is in the details." I try to remember that in all areas of my life but the problem is I'm easily distracted and details are easy to miss when there are bigger and better things to look at or think on. I once got in a bit of trouble for forgetting to run spell check and an ad ran and apparently the local nursery was selling "shurbs*" Ever since I've put a hot pink sticky on my monitor that says "spellcheck" just as a reminder. It's worked as far as I know. I haven't had a complaint like that in a long time.
Of course I'm not the only overview person working in my field though and that is some comfort. There is the great story of the day a full page ad ran that said JC Penney had men's "Shits" on sale for $9.99.
Oh yes! I almost forgot the example of the awards cermony this weekend. When going to an awards banquet an overview person should make a placard reminding themself to check things before leaving the house. Like the elasticity in their thigh highs for instance. Just as I am not one to buy a new dress unless I am the one receiving the award, I am also not prone to buying new under-garments for such an occassion. And of course it never occured to me that the thigh highs might be getting old or that the cold weather might cause whatever material holds them to your leg at the top to losen (they were the self holding kind, garterless- in other words). So as we approached the ticket table at this fine, formal soiree I had a thigh high caressing my ankle. That is always a fun thing to try to hide while you are being greeted by colleagues. Thankfully I excused my self to the nearest restroom and removed the faulty hose before DH's boss and her husband arrived or else I would have been really embarrassed. But note to self and other non-detail-oriented people- Always check elasticity.
The key to being a successful overview person is to surround yourself with detail people. Sticky notes help too. But mostly it's the detail people in your life who help you get through. And they need you too. Who else is going to tell them "It works the way it is. We're going to be late. Let's go." or "no one is going to notice - who looks at the sole of your shoe anyway?"
Balance - it's what keeps the world on it's axis.
*There really are Shurbs out there. Hopefully none were sold before the ad was corrected.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Snow day
It's snowing outside today. We woke up to bright whiteness outside. Not so common around these parts, but more common in February and March than any other time. It snowed last weekend too but we weren't home to see it. We had got out ahead of it and made our way down to middle TN to visit with family and friends. This weekend my friend/co-worker was suppose to get to see her family in Alabama I hope she was able to make it down there. The two of us often commiserate when feeling homesick. And we are the only two in our office not originally from this area.
I had a hard time getting started - the whole decision thing weighing heavily on my mind.I thought it over a lot while painting the living room. We are going from dreary Gray walls that the house came with to nice buttery yellow. I should hopefully finish the living room at least by the end of the weekend.
I have taken breaks from decision making and painting to watch DH and the Sasha dog play in the snow. There is one thing about having a husky or part husky in our case. They love snow. DH threw snowballs at her and she would catch them and then throw them again for herself. I took video on my digital camera from inside.
Around lunch though I bundled myself up and took the dog out to play. I brought out the old trusty sled. We have the best sledding hill. Unfortunately it puts you out right at the house so you have to be careful not to run into it at top speed. But man, that was fun. It gets the dog all excited too. She tears around the yard like crazy and jumps over you and around you while you sit on the sled. I tried to get her to ride too but she'd rather just chase you down the hill. So much fun.
It pleased me today to find that I have gotten DH hooked on books. He has never been much of a reader not of novels and such anyway. He reads blogs, and magazines and manuals (which I don't) and stuff but has never much been into novels. I understand this because in a way we are the same. We are both slow readers. Where it takes one person a day to read a short novel it will take me or him two weeks. Partly because we are both easily destracted but mostly because of how long it takes us to read and what a struggle it is to do it. The difference is that I read anyway and savor time spent holding and flipping pages despite it taking me so long and he doesn't. I would often tell him how good the book was that I just finished and give him a short description of the plot and what happens. Hoping it would entice him to pick it up too. I missed having someone to discuss books with. But recently DH has discovered the joys of reading for pleasure rather than just for information. Well not exactly - but he's started listening. Audiobooks are now on my favorite inventions list. We aren't talking the abridged ones either - no we are talking the read-the-whole-novel-out-loud-to-you kind. What joy it is to discuss Tolkien and Rowling with him now :D. He started out just listening to books on the long trips to my parents or other travels. We listened to the Lord of the Rings on our way to Indiana once and he was suprised by what all was left out by the movie. Now he has started to listen at work too instead of music. And today I came in from playing in the snow to find him sitting on the couch listening to Harry Potter. I've been trying to convince him to read Terry Pratchett (which is my current line of interest) and I do believe he downloaded The Wee Free Men last night. It is so fun to have literary talks again. And it has encouraged me to read more so that I can find him new things to suggest he listen to.
Tonight we are going to an awards banquet. His company has won a few Addys. My company has won in the past, but didn't even enter this year. I'm wearing the same dress I wore two years ago. I'm hoping no one will notice. I find it hard to believe they will. But I have a self-imposed rule for that. I won't buy a new dress unless 1. DH insists, or 2. I win the award myself or 3. It just doesn't fit anymore. I usually enjoy looking at everyone's work and seeing old classmates - plus there is always pretty tastey food. I just hope the roads don't get bad.
I had a hard time getting started - the whole decision thing weighing heavily on my mind.I thought it over a lot while painting the living room. We are going from dreary Gray walls that the house came with to nice buttery yellow. I should hopefully finish the living room at least by the end of the weekend.
I have taken breaks from decision making and painting to watch DH and the Sasha dog play in the snow. There is one thing about having a husky or part husky in our case. They love snow. DH threw snowballs at her and she would catch them and then throw them again for herself. I took video on my digital camera from inside.
Around lunch though I bundled myself up and took the dog out to play. I brought out the old trusty sled. We have the best sledding hill. Unfortunately it puts you out right at the house so you have to be careful not to run into it at top speed. But man, that was fun. It gets the dog all excited too. She tears around the yard like crazy and jumps over you and around you while you sit on the sled. I tried to get her to ride too but she'd rather just chase you down the hill. So much fun.
It pleased me today to find that I have gotten DH hooked on books. He has never been much of a reader not of novels and such anyway. He reads blogs, and magazines and manuals (which I don't) and stuff but has never much been into novels. I understand this because in a way we are the same. We are both slow readers. Where it takes one person a day to read a short novel it will take me or him two weeks. Partly because we are both easily destracted but mostly because of how long it takes us to read and what a struggle it is to do it. The difference is that I read anyway and savor time spent holding and flipping pages despite it taking me so long and he doesn't. I would often tell him how good the book was that I just finished and give him a short description of the plot and what happens. Hoping it would entice him to pick it up too. I missed having someone to discuss books with. But recently DH has discovered the joys of reading for pleasure rather than just for information. Well not exactly - but he's started listening. Audiobooks are now on my favorite inventions list. We aren't talking the abridged ones either - no we are talking the read-the-whole-novel-out-loud-to-you kind. What joy it is to discuss Tolkien and Rowling with him now :D. He started out just listening to books on the long trips to my parents or other travels. We listened to the Lord of the Rings on our way to Indiana once and he was suprised by what all was left out by the movie. Now he has started to listen at work too instead of music. And today I came in from playing in the snow to find him sitting on the couch listening to Harry Potter. I've been trying to convince him to read Terry Pratchett (which is my current line of interest) and I do believe he downloaded The Wee Free Men last night. It is so fun to have literary talks again. And it has encouraged me to read more so that I can find him new things to suggest he listen to.
Tonight we are going to an awards banquet. His company has won a few Addys. My company has won in the past, but didn't even enter this year. I'm wearing the same dress I wore two years ago. I'm hoping no one will notice. I find it hard to believe they will. But I have a self-imposed rule for that. I won't buy a new dress unless 1. DH insists, or 2. I win the award myself or 3. It just doesn't fit anymore. I usually enjoy looking at everyone's work and seeing old classmates - plus there is always pretty tastey food. I just hope the roads don't get bad.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Where's my bush?
Before I even start this blog entry let me first introduce you to the two voices in my head. They don't get along. In fact, they debate almost constantly about stuff. I would compare them to the little devil and angel you see sitting on people's shoulders on tv or in the movies, but neither is really all good or all bad... they are just different. More like the Odd Couple really. A couple of miniture sides of Zann who work together in my head. Today they are having one of their debates. Which I will get to in a moment but first a question:
How do you decipher God's will?
How do you know what path He wants you to be on? How do you figure out if He's wanting you to step out on faith or if the decision is clear cut and not nearly as complicated as you are making it out to be? This is something I've struggled with ever since I took that step into Christianity. Some say you just know. Others look for signs. I think I'm one of those who just prays and then close my eyes and pick a direction and hopes God will understand. I'm having difficulty making a decision tonight. And the decision has to be made tonight. They need to know by tomorrow.
Do I choose a path with less pay but promise of going to what I make now after 30 days, no retirement and no insurance and work that I'm not sure I'd enjoy, and seems a bit like a career step backward but has Godly, nice people to work for and an intimate family environment?
Or do I choose the path I know, with good pay, insurance and retirement, work that at moments I enjoy and am at least use to and can do with rare mistake, a group of people I like working with but others that are gossipy and back-biting, in a corporate environment with head-honchos that seem to care less if you breathe or not, just as long as they still make the big bucks?
Is God asking me to step out? Or is this just one of those things that crosses your path from time to time? Am I making it into a bigger decision than it is meant to be?
I don't think I'd struggle so much with this if the couple who own the business didn't go to my church and if I hadn't been recommended to this couple by someone whom I've worked with at church. I wasn't even actively looking when this opportunity just fell in my lap. It's no secret that I haven't been happy with my current job's management for a while but there is definately a level of comfort, prestige and friends that I'd be leaving behind if I left.
This whole instance has brought me to the conclusion that I really wish God still used burning bushes, signs and wonders to tell us exactly what His will is. Maybe He does and I'm not observant enough to notice. There's the still small voice off the Holy Spirit, but what if my mind is too loud with thoughts and questions to hear it? Is the voice the same as a gut feeling? Because most of me is saying "no way no how should I do this." (see here is where those voices come in) And then there is that other little voice in my mind that says "But what if you are missing a wonderful opportunity? and You are just too chicken to take it?". I'm laying out my fleece. I'm praying, I'm reading. I think the two sides of me would just fall silent if I could just see some clear cut sign. But so far I think my gut feeling is winning.
This isn't the only thing the voices in my mind are arguing about either.
They have an on-going discussion about kids "You'd make a great mom" says one "You aren't patient enough, to handle children" says the other. "Look how rewarding they can be" says the first again "Look how much work and worry they can be" retorts the other. And it goes back and forth like that. "If you don't hurry up and have them you will be going into a nursing home by the time they graduate college" says the first "Who says they'd even go to college?" says the other.
There's the weight issue.
"You look pretty good, DH still finds you attractive" says one "You've really put on the pounds since high school" says the other.
There's the financial issue:
"We should give cheerfully and to all who need" says one. "Yeah giving is fine and all, but let's remember we've got to eat and have a few creature comforts too" says the other. "But we shouldn't put stock in creature comforts they'll perish - if we give we gain things that are forever," the first retorts. "Well what about Girl Scout cookies?!" the other panics,"we can't give those up! They only come once a year!" The first voice never argues that point. In fact, I think they just called for a cola and cookie break.
How do you decipher God's will?
How do you know what path He wants you to be on? How do you figure out if He's wanting you to step out on faith or if the decision is clear cut and not nearly as complicated as you are making it out to be? This is something I've struggled with ever since I took that step into Christianity. Some say you just know. Others look for signs. I think I'm one of those who just prays and then close my eyes and pick a direction and hopes God will understand. I'm having difficulty making a decision tonight. And the decision has to be made tonight. They need to know by tomorrow.
Do I choose a path with less pay but promise of going to what I make now after 30 days, no retirement and no insurance and work that I'm not sure I'd enjoy, and seems a bit like a career step backward but has Godly, nice people to work for and an intimate family environment?
Or do I choose the path I know, with good pay, insurance and retirement, work that at moments I enjoy and am at least use to and can do with rare mistake, a group of people I like working with but others that are gossipy and back-biting, in a corporate environment with head-honchos that seem to care less if you breathe or not, just as long as they still make the big bucks?
Is God asking me to step out? Or is this just one of those things that crosses your path from time to time? Am I making it into a bigger decision than it is meant to be?
I don't think I'd struggle so much with this if the couple who own the business didn't go to my church and if I hadn't been recommended to this couple by someone whom I've worked with at church. I wasn't even actively looking when this opportunity just fell in my lap. It's no secret that I haven't been happy with my current job's management for a while but there is definately a level of comfort, prestige and friends that I'd be leaving behind if I left.
This whole instance has brought me to the conclusion that I really wish God still used burning bushes, signs and wonders to tell us exactly what His will is. Maybe He does and I'm not observant enough to notice. There's the still small voice off the Holy Spirit, but what if my mind is too loud with thoughts and questions to hear it? Is the voice the same as a gut feeling? Because most of me is saying "no way no how should I do this." (see here is where those voices come in) And then there is that other little voice in my mind that says "But what if you are missing a wonderful opportunity? and You are just too chicken to take it?". I'm laying out my fleece. I'm praying, I'm reading. I think the two sides of me would just fall silent if I could just see some clear cut sign. But so far I think my gut feeling is winning.
This isn't the only thing the voices in my mind are arguing about either.
They have an on-going discussion about kids "You'd make a great mom" says one "You aren't patient enough, to handle children" says the other. "Look how rewarding they can be" says the first again "Look how much work and worry they can be" retorts the other. And it goes back and forth like that. "If you don't hurry up and have them you will be going into a nursing home by the time they graduate college" says the first "Who says they'd even go to college?" says the other.
There's the weight issue.
"You look pretty good, DH still finds you attractive" says one "You've really put on the pounds since high school" says the other.
There's the financial issue:
"We should give cheerfully and to all who need" says one. "Yeah giving is fine and all, but let's remember we've got to eat and have a few creature comforts too" says the other. "But we shouldn't put stock in creature comforts they'll perish - if we give we gain things that are forever," the first retorts. "Well what about Girl Scout cookies?!" the other panics,"we can't give those up! They only come once a year!" The first voice never argues that point. In fact, I think they just called for a cola and cookie break.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Introducing... me.
I'm not much of a blogger. I'm a journaler - but not a blogger. I keep a livejournal over on livejournal.com, but there I can select who reads what and such. I'm sorta private that way, I guess. I've always been prone to tell way too much about myself and have learned the hard way over the years that some people don't use information for good. So why are you starting a blog? you might ask. Well... I blame cate for telling me to get with it. And Farmwife for getting me hooked on this site to begin with. It was through Farmwife's blog that I found people I knew or came to know and like.
So here I am. I probably won't share intimate details of my goings on, but occasionally I may share ponderings and ramblings.
For now I will just give you an introduction. I'm Zann. That's short for Suzanne. I've been called that since I was in 4th of 5th grade. About the time I started threatening people if they called me "Suzy". My daddy is still the only person in the world allowed to call me "Suzy". I've always felt Zann fit me better. I can thank my sister for that. When feeling goofy as a child she would call me Suzannzabar! (Don't ask me... I have no idea why). That later got shortened to just Zanzabar and then finally to just Zann.
A few things you should know about me.
I can't spell for the life of me. I do better on some days than I do others.. and spell check helps, but homophones or as they were called when I was in school - homonyms - have always been my nemesis. So just bear with me if you see mistakes such as those.
I work as a graphic designer. DH (Dear Husband) is a graphic designer too.
I'm married and struggle with the decision of whether to have kids or not. In fact that is often my main source of turmoil.
I'm a Christian, Faith is very important to me. But I'm not the shove it down your throat kinda girl.
I'm a dog person. I love my dog. Her name is Sasha - she is a husky/german shepherd mix.
I live in the mountains & love it. The only thing I hate about it is that my family isn't nearby. They are in Middle TN, I am in East TN. For those that don't know TN very well, that means that they are a good 5 1/2 hour drive away. Tennessee is a long state.
I love live theater - at one time I performed, but now I just like to watch.
I love children's books. If I had my way I would have published one by now or at least been an illustrator for one. But alas, that has not been in the cards yet. That is a very difficult field to brake into.
I like learning about other people. Other people fascinate me. This is probably the reason I am so addicted to reading so many journals and blogs.
Who am I kidding. Life itself fascinates me. So here we are. Welcome to my new pondering place.
So here I am. I probably won't share intimate details of my goings on, but occasionally I may share ponderings and ramblings.
For now I will just give you an introduction. I'm Zann. That's short for Suzanne. I've been called that since I was in 4th of 5th grade. About the time I started threatening people if they called me "Suzy". My daddy is still the only person in the world allowed to call me "Suzy". I've always felt Zann fit me better. I can thank my sister for that. When feeling goofy as a child she would call me Suzannzabar! (Don't ask me... I have no idea why). That later got shortened to just Zanzabar and then finally to just Zann.
A few things you should know about me.
I can't spell for the life of me. I do better on some days than I do others.. and spell check helps, but homophones or as they were called when I was in school - homonyms - have always been my nemesis. So just bear with me if you see mistakes such as those.
I work as a graphic designer. DH (Dear Husband) is a graphic designer too.
I'm married and struggle with the decision of whether to have kids or not. In fact that is often my main source of turmoil.
I'm a Christian, Faith is very important to me. But I'm not the shove it down your throat kinda girl.
I'm a dog person. I love my dog. Her name is Sasha - she is a husky/german shepherd mix.
I live in the mountains & love it. The only thing I hate about it is that my family isn't nearby. They are in Middle TN, I am in East TN. For those that don't know TN very well, that means that they are a good 5 1/2 hour drive away. Tennessee is a long state.
I love live theater - at one time I performed, but now I just like to watch.
I love children's books. If I had my way I would have published one by now or at least been an illustrator for one. But alas, that has not been in the cards yet. That is a very difficult field to brake into.
I like learning about other people. Other people fascinate me. This is probably the reason I am so addicted to reading so many journals and blogs.
Who am I kidding. Life itself fascinates me. So here we are. Welcome to my new pondering place.
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