Day 39: Old habits die hard

Man. After 38 days of (in)consistent posts, you’d think I’d realize writing at the end of the evening is a bad idea.

Yet here I am, day 39 at nearly 11 p.m., sitting at my desk.

Today of all days, however, was actually pretty busy, meeting with clients and working through a few projects. Nothing like a productive day to reinvigorate your efforts!

When Darrell got home for work, we headed out to meet my family for dinner to celebrate my mom’s birthday, which was on Tuesday. If there’s math you want, you’ll have to do it yourself, because I’m a lady (or something like that) and I’m not about to divulge her age. But she’s awesome, and it was her birthday, and that’s all you need to know. 🙂

Short but sweet, and that’s all I have for today, I’m afraid. Tomorrow, Darrell and I will get wrapped up in full wedding mode, as he’s a groomsman in our friends Brandon & Kiersten’s wedding. I’m looking forward to a good couple of nights out with our friends as we get to watch our friends get hitched!

 

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Day 37: Totally legit

Whoa, looks like you guys actually missed me!

Or maybe it was a slow news(feed) day yesterday. Either way, thanks for showing some love!

Right, back to business.

Speaking of business, I actually managed to get myself down to the county clerks office and register as a sole proprietorship! For the past few weeks, I’ve been back and forth in my mind over the right way to set everything up. Today I finally took the dive, registered the business and even registered my trade name!

Don’t get too excited. I’ll be sharing that secret for another day.

But for anyone here who is actually reading this for the freelance insights, there’s one thing I learned in the process: Get out of your own head and just get things done.

I’m an over-thinker. I want to make sure things are done right the first time and I don’t like to admit I don’t know things. So when it came to setting up this business, and when I realized I had no idea what I was doing, I turned chicken. Finally, after a stressful helpful conversation with Darrell, I finally made everything official as a sole proprietor.

What does that mean, exactly? While I’m still figuring that out (and will certainly need some tax help come next April), it basically allows me to run the business without some of headaches of creating and separating my business from my personal life. Sure, when I suddenly become wildly successful and need multiple minions to write for me, I may have to consider a different structure, but for now, it’s one for all and all for sole proprietorship.

Stay tuned, too: I’m hoping to revamp this site with a slightly more official look very soon.

Day 36: A blitz of a weekend

Holy Moses. I started writing this post two days ago … and it was way late then! Now here it is, Wednesday, and it’s been basically a week since I wrote last!

OK, I’ll admit it: I have a tendency to over book weekends.

But when my great friend Amanda told me her bachelorette party was the same weekend as the Green Bay Packers game up in Wisconsin, I knew I’d have to figure out a way to go to both.

And figure it out I did.

I should explain the radio silence, too. I have to admit, as much as I tried to write every day, I didn’t exactly want to shout from the rooftops, “Hey, we’re not home! Our house is empty!” So, I’m hoping you’ll forgive me for not writing the days we were gone. Going forward, I’ll do my best to try and line up posts that aren’t date-specific, that way I can continue to post even if I’m not here (you know, like magic).

I guess that only explains the missing weekend, though. Unfortunately, when we we actually got back to our regular lives, my sleep-deprived brain wanted nothing to do with creativity. But now I’m back up and at ’em, so it’s full-steam ahead!

Anyway, Thursday night we drove up to Muncie to meet up with Darrell’s parents, who drive the rest of the way to Green Bay. Did I mention they’re all crazy Packer fans? They’re all crazy Packer fans.

Lambeau Field

Packed house, per usual

Friday morning, the six of us (Me, Darrell, his brother Derek and sister-in-law Kylee, along with parents Pam & Larry) all embarked on the trip up to Green Bay. The Friday night game was almost perfect – the weather was great and the timing worked for my weekend – unfortunately, they didn’t win.

Saturday, the family dropped me off in Indy on the way home, where I met up with my friends for Amanda’s bachelorette party. This gorgeous lady is getting married!

Amanda

We keep it classy, all the time

Dinner, drinks and dancing – and we were still back at the hotel by midnight! Wild and crazy, I tell ya. In fact, we even bumped into a college friend who was waiting in line at the bar we were leaving … maybe I’m getting old, but I just can’t stay out late like I used to anymore!

After packing back up and heading to breakfast on Sunday, it was time to finally get home. As fun as it was, a four-state, dual destination weekend was more than enough for me!

That is, for now, anyway;  we’re just getting started full-swing into wedding season. With Amanda’s bachelorette last weekend, a wedding of two good friends this weekend and three more on the calendar, we have quite a bit of celebrating on our hands!

Congrats, Amanda – can’t wait to help you celebrate in October!

Day 29: Martha’s got nothing on me

Martha may have written the book on well, everything, but believe it or not, sometimes even the uncraftiest of us (namely: me) can bust out a dazzling show of domestication.

That’s right, folks: I actually made the dog bed this morning! Which is miraculous in itself, sure, but the best part?

These two guys are actually sleeping on it, right now.

dog bed

Sure, they look innocent…

I went out to the living room to grab my phone for a picture, and there they were! Of course, it’s more likely because Darrell is occupying the entire length of the new couch, but hey, I’ll take my victories where I can get them.

You see the one on the right? He’s the master of destruction. Wondering why I took the time to make a dog bed, rather than just going out to get one? Let me paint you a picture. I call it, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Lambeau, in his not yet three years of life, has demolished at least three dog beds, a couch, a chair, more blankets than I can count and several pairs of shoes. He’s even attempted to eat his way through a door. And somehow, I still love the little jerk. Which explains why, when I had scraps of foam core from the couch he destroyed, along with a shower curtain that Darrell managed to get deck stain on, I decided to spend a couple hours at the sewing machine to make a free bed.

Ahh, the life of a dog parent.

Regardless of why I made the dog bed though, I’m pretty proud I managed to sew an even remotely straight line. Crafting is not my forte, but I think even my friend Nicole would be proud.

Here’s hoping Lambeau doesn’t get hungry while I’m sleeping.

 

 

Day 28: The dog days are over

Don’t worry, friends, I haven’t gotten rid of my dogs.

We did, however, get our new couch today!

couch

Look, ma – no teethmarks!

Lambeau has no idea why he doesn’t get to sleep in the living room tonight, but considering his destructive ways, he’s not getting a stab at the new furniture until I have a chance to get him a proper bed. Surely, being the genius little mutt that he is, he’ll know which cushion is for sleeping, and which cushion is for human-sitting, right?

Yeah, I’m not betting on that either. But I am taking it as an opportunity to bust out the sewing machine and try to re-purpose the undamaged foam core from the last couch into a new doggie bed. The sewing machine I got for Christmas and still haven’t used. Kind of wishing I paid more attention in 8th grade home ec.

Anyway, the goal is to tackle that project tomorrow…

Wish me luck. I’m going to need it.

 

Day 27: Back to the grind

It’s Monday, friends, which for me is not really any different than any other day.

I’ve been working on getting into a groove, figuring out the best way to arrange my schedule so that my priorities all have their time and place. It sounds silly, but somehow even without a day job I’m still struggling to find the time to do everything I need to do every day.

Still, I’ll take this kind of Monday over the average person’s Monday, any day of the week. (Does that even make sense?)

This weekend was a bit scrambled; earlier this week, Lambeau decided the couch had to pay. For what exactly, I’m not sure, but he took out his frustrations on the arm of our cheap IKEA couch, shredding it down to the plywood. So, Friday and Saturday were largely spent looking at new furniture to replace the sad piece of work still sitting in our living room. After much deliberation, we finally settled on one and will be bringing it home tomorrow. Now, just to keep Lambeau from becoming a repeat-repeat offender (yes, he’s done this once before).

It’s a really good thing I love that destructive mutt.

And while it was maybe not the exact way I looked forward to spending the weekend, it was a great way to spend much of the day driving in the gorgeous weather we’ve been having here in Cincy. There’s something magical about a sunny day in the mid-70s … it makes me crave a hooded sweatshirt, a warm campfire and a long night up talking with friends. I was sad to see the weekend go and the weather warm up today; I’m looking forward to a fall season with a little more time on my hands to enjoy it.

I think it’s crazy the way weather can influence a mood, how it can instantly evoke memories from years past. The first warm day of spring always reminds me of afternoons in college, the heat of summer reminds me of soccer practices in high school, and in the crisp weather of the early fall, my mind leans toward campfires and football tailgates. The winter, well … who likes the winter, anyway?

What about you? Does the weather ever kick you into nostalgia?

Day 26: Downright shameful

Looks like I officially let you down, folks. That was two, count ’em – two!, days in a row without sticking to my 100-day promise.

Man, I’m sort of bad about this.

Anyway, even with as shameful of a record of mine the last few days, I don’t have the energy or wherewithal to even put together a decent post tonight.

I know. Awful. Double shameful. Horrendous. But hey, sometimes the weekend is worth living enough you forget to take time to tell about it.

Tomorrow morning, friends, I promise to catch you up. Until then, the only thing I’m catching up on is some much needed sleep.

Adios por la manana.