Gift time!

I love giving gifts. I especially love finding a gift I know is perfect for someone.

This year, I hope the majority of my holiday gifts come from these places:

http://www.charitablegiftgiving.com/

or

http://coolpeoplecare.org/

or

http://www.lawrence.com/news/2010/nov/18/need-presents-try-some-lawrence-originals-and-give/
Most of my family is in Iowa so I think bringing some local Lawrence wine (Holy Field) or treats is unique, too. Something they don't get everyday.

or anything on etsy.com. Anything there is going to be unique and I like the idea of supporting someone making their own creations and doing their own thing.

Another addition: I just discovered LOLA. Their Facebook event: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=136574016393582

Happy Tears

I was in 9th grade when my emotional sensibilities kicked in. We watched "The Odyssey" in my English literature course and when Odysseus' wife, Penelope, realizes her husband has returned after 17 long years away, I wept for them. Thankfully, the lights were off in the classroom and my silent tears went mostly unnoticed by my classmates. That same year, I watched "City of Angels". And Nicolas Cage's previously unfelt pain was like my pain. He gave up everything for Meg Ryan and then she was gone. I set next to my friend since Kindergarten, Caroline, as we both tried to hide our tears. Apparently, we were saps.

But I didn't get it from any stranger: graduations, particularly important birthdays, high school dances, meaningful Christmas gifts, "Forever Young" by Rod Stewart; all produce tears from my mother's eyes. My sister and I used to make fun of her, now we embrace it. Especially since we're usually right there with her. My sister decided to make my mom a scrapbook of family photos for christmas. She started in October. I contributed scrapbooking materials, my sister's boyfriend picked out the book, and his son (my sister's semi-stepson) created his own page full of pictures and stickers. We decided weeks ago my mom would bawl like a baby when she opened it. A week or two before Christmas, she commented on this to her boyfriend's 5-year old son who responded, with alarm: "why will Cappy (Cathy) cry?". My sister told him our mom would be crying happy tears, not sad tears. But the tears came far before Christmas morning, when my mom eventually opened (and cried over) her scrapbook. Christmas Eve, she had my sister and I open identical presents. Small, silver bracelets that read"Sisters are different flowers from the same garden". A few glasses of wine in, and obviously, we were a little emotional about it.

A few times in the past couple months, I've found myself crying for no particular reason. Usually, in the car when I have nothing but my thoughts to keep me company or when an emotional song hits me, juuuust right.

Example:

• Laughed Until We Cried by Jason Aldean

More Jason Aldean music on iLike

But a lot of the time, I'm just thinking about all the good right now: my family, my high school friends, my college friends, my Lawrence friends, my coworkers, my job. Life isn't perfect, but I'm living it. Everyday, I'm doing what I want. I'm enjoying what I have. I'm dating someone and trying not to freak out or do that thing women do. I'm just glad I get to spend time with someone I am so grateful to have met this year who also happens to be an incredible person. Other than that, I don't want to push it.

So, there's all this good stuff? And I'm appreciating what I DO have, opposed to lamenting what I DON'T. I think that's what us humans would call happiness. And I'm thrilled to be there! May you always cry more happy tears!

7 days to celebrate

At 330pm on Thursday, December 17, I emailed my final paper to the instructor for my grad class this semester. I felt that 50 pounds had been lifted off my shoulder. Grad school wasn't the worst idea/decision I made this year but it is definitely high on the list.

I could have used a drink that night after work but, having been knee deep in research regarding state funding of public universities, I realized I had 7 days left to get all my Christmas celebrating in. So Thursday night, I cleaned the house. My roommate and I had both been all over the place for about two weeks, so the place had been a little neglected. And I was having a guest over Friday night and thought it would be good hostessing to have the place at least LOOK clean. Friday at lunch I grabbed some wrapping paper and starter logs for my fireplace. (I ended up not needing the logs because, WEIRD, I had a GAS fireplace. Oops.) Thankfully, the man (did I mention I was having a dinner guest?!) did his thing and got the fireplace going without blowing us up. Phew.

Saturday I did some shopping, watched the KU men's basketball team win its 10th game of the year. I wasted time watching movies and re-watching the So You Think You Can Dance top 6 dances. Then I put pins in my hair, green shadow on my eyelids, gray pumps on my feet and went downtown to see a big band (18 pieces!) and drink rum and cokes (please, don't tell my dentist or periodontist!)
Today I actually worked out (for the first time since before thanksgiving), went to the grocery store and made ranchburgers.

Ohmygosh, I have free time and I'm actually getting stuff done?! And enjoying the weekend? This is what I miss out on when I'm worrying 95% of the time about grad school work.

So yeah, grad school. Officially un-enrolled. I withdrew. I'm a grad school drop out. I should still probably let the program director know, but details schmetails. I'm glad I tried it. I'm also glad that I recognize it's not something I can continue. I've had my fill of classroom learning. I want to get out there and do things. Not write 20-page papers about the crappy funding state universities receive.

So, now I appreciate my free time now. And my ability to seek opportunities outside of school. After this year, after what I've tried, where I failed, what I've gained, the people I've met... I'm sure both wonderful and important things will happen next year. And now, I'll have more time to savor it all.

Shuffle and Etsy and Christmas!

Fist, because I'm in a shuffle mood, the first 10 songs on my iPod today:
Middle of Nowhere by Hot Hot Heat
Paperback Writer by The Beatles
Want To by Sugarland
Chapter 26J The Second Task, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
The River is Wild by The Killers
Track 8 of some Jimmy Buffett album (I keep my iTunes immaculate, no?)
Secrets That We Keep by Sara Evans
Can I Stay (live) by Ray LaMontagne
Restless by Alison Kraus & Union Station
For Emily, Wherever I may Find Her (live) by Simon & Garfunkel

Loving Etsy right now. Lawrence is having an Arts Fest a week from Sunday and I plan to officially kick of the Christmas gift purchasing season, including visiting Hmmm... by Melanie who lives in Lawrence and makes FABULOUS purses! (Excited to do this so soon as previous years I've waited until I've been done with classes...ie TWO weeks before Christmas. Stresses. Me. Out.)
Then, I fully plan to go crazy with the online shopping. As much as I love Target, I am on a mission to find more unique gifts. I was thinking about splurging on some fabulous handpainted glasses by marywibis for my mom and sister; then I remembered that any given weekend that I am home, they break, on average, two glasses. Each.