random ramblings

Random Ramblings

I just got back from a sisters weekend in Portland.  Some people like to make fun of the fact that my sisters and I dedicate  one weekend each year to spending time together, but it’s one of my favorite traditions (besides cousin’s weekend…hello!) and something I truly cherish.

This year was special because my little sister was running the Portland marathon and we decided to make our weekend out of it.  The food in Portland….oh em gee…the food.  Let’s just say my paleo lifestyle was out the window for a few days as we dined on made-from-scratch breakfasts at Mothers, wine and tapas at Andina, and multiple desserts at Papa Haydns.   And it was soooo worth it.   But of course the biggest news was the marathon and I couldn’t be more proud of my sister.

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But let me just be completely honest for one hot minute.  Cheering someone on at a marathon is NO JOKE.  We ran our little butts all over that town just trying to make it to the next check-point and wave our sparkly pom poms.  In retrospect…I should have trained for this.  My other sister and I made a pact that we wouldn’t let on how extremely tired we were after the race because dude…..she just ran a marathon.   Who are we to complain?  But duuuuuuuuude.  I was  kind of dying.  We took our job so seriously that at one point we thought she passed by us (thanks to the not-so-accurate tracking provided by the race website) so we started sprinting down the course trying to catch her.  Yeah, I don’t know what we were thinking either.   Then all of a sudden, we hear this yelling from behind us….”I’m back here!  Wait!”  Turns out she hadn’t passed us and she totally saw us running down the course and wondering what in the H-E-double-toothpick we were doing.

At least she witnessed our dedication.  Right?

Well curiosity got the best of me and when I got back to Missoula I mapped our run/walk around the Marathon course that day.  ELELVEN miles.  Yep.  ELEVEN.  I do not feel bad for feeling tired.  Or for the dessert that night.

So note to self:  The O’Connell girls don’t half ass anything.  You ask us to cheer you on in a marathon?  Sure.  And we’ll run a damn near a Half while we do it.

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Did you know that it’s common practice these days to only put ONE space after a period?  ONE.  I don’t know when this happened and why I wasn’t informed, but I’m still the dinosaur putting TWO spaces.  And I don’t really want to stop!  I feel like I just got slapped across the face because my mind. is. blown.  ONE space?  What the hell!

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I’m officially declaring myself coocoo for coconuts.  I haven’t really met one variation that I didn’t like (except coconut water, that stuff tastes like armpits).   Coconut milk, coconut cream, coconut flakes, toasted coconut flakes, coconut flour, coconut sugar, coconut meat, coconut oil.  Yep.  I want all the coconuts.   My favorite little treat lately is peaches, cinnamon, canned coconut milk and coconut flakes:

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Also, I’ve been using coconut oil as face moisturizer for over a year now.  I feel that’s long enough to finally admit that I love it, and that it works just as well as the super expensive stuff (probably full of chemicals) that I was using.  I feel like my skin is well balanced now (not too dry, and not too oily).  There are only two drawbacks I would warn you about if you want to try this:

  1. The first time you put it on your face, you will be hesitant.  It felt very very wrong and weird.  You get over it eventually.
  2. If you cook a lot with coconut oil (I pretty much use it and avocado oil exclusively), sometimes in the summer when you put it on your face you’ll run to the kitchen to see what’s burning.   Or so I’ve heard….

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My official stance on hunting season is that it’s freeing, it’s productive, it’s welcomed….but it’s lonely.

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These boots.  I must have them.

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I don’t talk about my job a lot here….it’s not the most interesting topic (Deploying Wireless Solutions?  Upgrading User Interfaces?  Anyone, anyone?  Bueller?)  and I know people from work read this.  But I just have to say that lately I’ve been feeling like I need more.  I’m so incredibly lucky to get to work part-time at a job within my chosen career path – a part-time project manager position is rare, mostly because projects aren’t part-time.  They are moving forward and changing every day.  So much can happen while I’m gone that if I don’t stay connected on my days off then I can be behind when I get back.  It’s a double-edged sword I guess.  The root of the comment here, however, is that I’m at a point in my life where I don’t want to spend time on things that aren’t necessarily fulfilling.  Lately I’ve been feeling a little unfulfilled with my work and I’m trying to figure out if it’s a phase or if I need to explore other opportunities.   Life is just too dang short to spend your days doing something that you’re not passionate about…even if it’s only on a part-time basis.   Maybe it’s just a phase.  I’ll just have to see.

dividerEach morning Abby asks “where goin today momma?”  And if I don’t say “Momma’s going to work” she asks me the following questions (always in this order):

We goin to park?

We goin to gym?

We goin to brewery?

Um……I guess you know where I spend my time.  Busted.

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After several conversations with my girlfriends regarding the Diva Cup , I decided to take the plunge and purchase one.  I wish I could tell you the story of my first cycle using this new contraption but it’s probably not appropriate.  But I will say this.  The first three days are a freak show.  The last few days are a slightly less freaky freak show.

Unsurprisingly, I am still undecided about the longevity of the Diva Cup in my life.

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The hardest part about trying to stick to a Whole30 lifestyle is giving up sweets and chocolate.  I don’t do very well at it because damnit I like chocolate.   But lately I’ve been making a treat that I don’t feel too guilty about and I thought you might like it too.

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Banana Smoothie

  • 1 ripe banana (the riper it is, the sweeter it is)
  • 1 cup coconut almond milk (this is my favorite cuz it’s sweetened with coconut cream instead of sugar like most non-dairy milk). But you could use any form of non-dairy milk.
  • 1/2 avocado
  • 1 tablespoon almond meal
  • 1 tablespoon unsweetened cocoa
  • ice

Throw it all in a blender and you’ve got a cold, frothy treat that’s also pretty darn good for you.

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We’ve kinda been all over the place today, eh?  Marathons, coconuts, diva cups, deep thoughts, and smoothies.  As always, thanks for reading all of this nonsense.

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Xoxo,

Janna

random ramblings

I knew it had been awhile since I wrote….but wow. Two months? I DO apologize. I’ve had several posts running through my head so let’s just catch up in a random ramblings, shall we?

But first, this.

After (finally) remembering my logon to WordPress, I checked out my site stats (fully realizing they were going to be dismal. Is anyone even still there?). Annnnnnyways….one of the cool features WordPress offers is a list of all the search terms people have used to get to your site. You know, if they entered a search term in Google, TWSST came up as a result and they ultimately came to my blog because of it. Let’s just say there were some interesting search terms in there…

20 people stumbled upon TWSST by searching for “ugly boob”

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3 people because of “scary things”

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2 while looking for “insane deer mounts”  (and even stranger, two lines above that, 2 people for “borrowing a kid.”  Why are people searching that term on the internet in the first place?!)

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Finally, and my personal favorite, one lucky visitor found me by searching for “light ugly with three nipples.” 

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I mean…what?! I guess maybe I can understand ONE person getting here searching for ugly boobs…but TWENTY? Did I miss the memo about surfing the web for ugly boobs?? What in the world. Hahaha. I had a nice chuckle out of it. Hope you do too. (psssst….they probably landed on this post…)

Like every other facebook friend of mine, we went to a pumpkin patch this year. However, unlike anyone else, MY patch at a pumpkin pillow.

Pumpkin pillow? What is that you ask?

Observe:

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SO much fun.  I basically spent 20 minutes laughing like a school girl with my sisters.

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And then there was this….

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Oh, yeah Abby had fun at the patch too. Hahaha. 

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Speaking of pumpkins – we had a great first Halloween with Abs. She wanted to be Dorothy this year, so I obliged (what? I’m sure she mentioned it).

Here she is, thrilled with the homemade costume (as most kids are with homemade costumes I assume).

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I got sick and wasn’t able to finish her outfit the way I had envisioned, but you get the idea. The ruby red slippers are too cute. I’m going to have to keep those for sure!  

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I’ve actually been working on a few projects around the house (re-arranging, crafting, nursery updates, a painting project or two, and even some building projects)….so you know what that means? Blogging material! Nothing too big and exciting, but something nonetheless.  I’ve been going through some serious project withdrawal! Hopefully I’ll get to share some of that soon.

(This is how I keep you coming back, with the promise of non-baby-related posts that may or may not ever come to fruition. Tricky, eh?)

The biggest thing happening in my life right now is that I’m back at work part-time. What what? Yep, Yep. It all happened really fast, and it’s probably the most boring topic so I’ll give you the short story.

Boss asks me to come back to work part-time. I’m not sure. He says it’s temporary. I’m not sure. He says I can set my own hours. I’m curious.

Basically, I decided it was a good way for me to test the waters (with something I’m already comfortable doing) and see what working feels like. Because, if I’m honest, I’ve kind of been missing that part of me. You know, the part that utilizes my education and makes me feel smart, useful and challenged. So…I decided to give it a go. If I hate it, it’s over in 3 months. If I like it….well then I know a little bit more than I did before about what some of my own needs might be.

Abby is doing daycare for 2.5 days a week (I only work Tuesday/Wednesday and ½ day Thursday) and she is loooooving it. So much that I worry I’m not stimulating her enough anymore on the other days of the week. Ha.

As for me? I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing yet. I like my old job.  But I don’t love it. 

I told myself it’s too early to make any judgments about it. It’s only been two weeks and right now I kinda just miss being with Abbers during the day.  Le Sigh.  It seems as though I’m never pleased, eh?  Stay at home, go to work, some of each. Ugh. It’s exhausting trying to figure it all out! But I’m not giving up!   Awhile ago I printed out this quote from Steve Jobs and put it by my craft desk.  I keep reading it and try to remain hopeful that someday I’ll find something I’m truly, truly passionate about.

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.

(and that’s the short story you say?!?!)  Yes, yes it is.  Sorry.

Turns out being a hunting widow with a baby is toooooootally different than being just a lonely ‘ol hunting widow. AKA, it’s MUCH MUCH harder now to have the Hubs gone every weekend and I’m MUCH MUCH happier when he returns!

Only two more weeks. 

Two more weeks.

Two more weeks.

I feel like there is so much more to say.  But I can’t take up all my blogging material in one post, right? 

I think part of my problem is that I’m a perfectionist.  I think all of my posts need to be of a certain quality, a certain length and reviewed time and time again before they’re posted.   And while I certainly don’t want to be posting garbage, I think I could alleviate some pressure if I realized not every post has to be a project or a novel.  It can just be a check-in, a story, a thought. 

So I’m going to work on that.  As long as Abby keeps working on her naps (when I wrote this she was in the middle of a 1.5 hour snooze!)

I miss you blog and blog friends.  I hope to be back soon.  Real soon.

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