Today was my first day of birthday. One of my good friends and her Husband had started this tradition some years ago of doing 3 days of Birthday. 3 days of Birthday is where you spread out the birthday celebrations over 3 days. It is where you do different activities over the course of the three day period.
Everyone’s 3 days of Birthday would be different, and can vary year to year. It is not about spending a lot of money, but rather doing activities the person having the birthday enjoys doing and are special.
If you have kids, it could look like one day having their class party, another day having their family party / dinner, and the third doing something they enjoy (in any order).
For me, this year, my three days of birthday looks something like this:
Day 1: Going to the mall with my mom and wandering around (today I also got a hair cut),
Day 2: Family Dinner
Day 3: Tea and Treats at my favorite bakery and the tea shop next door.
Another year was:
Day 1: Hike with my best friend at the time
Day 2: Tea and Treats with my mom
Day 3: Mall and Family Dinner
What I like about the three days of birthday is that each activity can be enjoyed and not rushed since the point is not to be on a time schedule and not trying to cram to much into too little time. For me and my family, doing three days of birthday, means being able to take our time, and enjoy each activity.
Hanging out in the Kitchen is one of my favorite places to be. This year I have been helping my mom again in the kitchen at the church, to make hot cocoa for the annual Christmas event that takes place a weekend in early December.
Friday night we made 51 batches of mix which equates to 63.75 gallons of cocoa. We had a bit leftover so we put it in the cooler for tonight. In addition to that, we made an additional 45 bags of cocoa which equates to 56.25 gallons of cocoa Saturday night. So far this weekend my mom and I have made 120 gallons of cocoa. We still have one night left.
This time of year always gets so busy, and crazy. Most years any more I have to remind myself that there is more to life than the rampant consumerism that is pushed down our throats. I try to remind myself that Christmas is more than just the material and monetary gifts, rather what we can do for others.
My weekend was pretty uneventful. I have been working on a pair of socks, using KnitPicks Hawthorne yarn. I am still working on the first sock, but plan on having it done tomorrow.
It’s hard to believe that Christmas is a little over a month away, and Thanksgiving is on Thursday.
What are all of you (well those of you who live in the U.S.) doing for Thanksgiving? I will be spending it with my family, and helping my mom cook Thanksgiving Dinner. I have been helping my mom cook Holiday dinners since she took over after my Grandma (my Dad’s mom) passed away. So I have been helping my mom make Holiday dinners since I was a teenager. Pies are my specialty. I make them from scratch, including the pie crust.
Friday morning I work, I have no idea how crazy it is going to be, fortunately I won’t have to be there super long while customers are there (since I am early stock crew). I have never done the whole Black Friday, being at stores at some early hour (at which I would rather still be in bed), to shop.
Somethings are genetic, others are factors that come into play from how we were raised and what we were exposed to from a young age.
As I am getting older, I have been realizing how much I am like my maternal grandmother. Granted she was the grandparent I spent the most time with. She lived in the same city as I did growing up, so she helped raise my brother and I. She was also the grandparent I had in my life the longest (she passed away when I was 22). So it’s only natural that some things were passed on to me, from her, by having been able to spend so much time with her.
Other things, like the fact that my body doesn’t handle heat all that well can’t be learned. At least I know where I get it from. Not that I mind. I am definitely more of a fall and winter person anyway.
Things I learned from my grandmother: That the beach is amazing, and that it never gets old, no matter how often I get to go to the beach. She also taught me how to knit.
She also happened to be my birthday celebration buddy. Our birthdays were only 2 days apart, so we often celebrated together. I was born 2 days before her 69th birthday.
I am glad that I was blessed to have her as my grandmother. She was always there for me. Even though I tend to be miserable in the summer from the heat, It reminds me of her. Air Conditioning and the fact that I know Autumn is coming are the the two things that get me through summer.
The Rose Festival is back in Portland. That means it is also Fleet Week.
The Rose Festival is one of Portland’s annual traditions that has been going on for more than a century. It is one of the big events to kick off the summer season in the City of Roses.
It starts if with City Fair (where all the rides are) and the Starlight Parade on the first Saturday evening. The Starlight Parade has floats and high school bands. The Wednesday during the Rose Festival is the Junior Rose Parade which is made up of elementary and middle school entries (including bands). The final Saturday is when the Rose Festival Queen is crowned (each of the high schools elects a princess who competes for Queen), just before the parade kicks off. The parade includes high school and adult bands, horse and float entires. All the float decorations have to be decorated with natural products (like seeds, nuts, and flowers). It is a huge event that attracts a lot of people to turn out in person to see it, as well as people tuning in and watching it on TV.
This week, as part of the Rose Festival, it is also Fleet Week, where we have Naval, Coast Guard and Royal Canadian Navy ships come and dock along the water front (on the Willamette River), for a few days and during certain times can be toured.
While I was in Band in Middle School I was in the Junior Rose Parade twice. In 9th grade I was in the Grand Floral Parade (in Marching Band) and my sophomore year I had been in the Starlight Parade. Being in the grand floral Parade was a big deal, and I got to do it as a freshman. My freshman year was the last year the band from my high school (by itself) was invited to be in the Grand Floral Parade.
I had attended the Starlight parade a couple of times while I was in Middle School since my brother was in it. My brother and I were both in the high school bands the year we were in the grand floral parade.
The parades, the ships and city fair (which is like a big fair or carnival), is a really fun way to kick off the summer season and for the kids (especially the band kids), to be ending the school year on.
This week, my aunt and uncle have been visiting from Canada, as they do annually.
Tuesday we went to the beach, Thursday I had gone to the Scottish Shop with my Mom and Aunt.
Yesterday (Friday), the power had gone off sometime before 9 am and didn’t come back on until about 6 am this morning. I managed to finish up a pair of socks I had been working on yesterday, using primarily the natural daylight. We also had gone to the Taco House for dinner since we didn’t have electricity.
Today I had gone with my mom, aunt and uncle as well some of my Mom and Aunt’s cousins to lunch at the Old Spaghetti Factory. Fortunately, the spaghetti factory has some gluten free and dairy free options. It was nice meeting some of my mom’s cousins.
I just wanted to give you all a little update.
Friday my best friend and I went to the beach and to the Oregon Coast Aquarium. We also walked through the Yaquina Bay Lighthouse before going down on the beach for a while before coming home. It was a great day with my best friend.
Saturday I got together with my ItWorks Upline and one of my teammates who is also enrolled with the same Upline. We have become friends. We went and got coffee (or in my case a passion tea lemonade), then went for a nature walk. That afternoon my Upline and I took her girls to the river for a while just to relax for a bit, beings that it was a perfect day.
Sunday was a full day of church, and yesterday (Monday) was the concert. Sunday morning I helped my friend who has three boys under 2 (a set of twins and a 5 month old). Last night she brought her youngest who I got to hold through most of the concert. Poor baby though, I had finally got him to sleep then Marche Slav and the Battle Hymn of the Republic kept startling him. So I had one ear against me, and put a hand over his other ear and that seemed to help muffle the sound and he slept through most of it.
My friend had also brought me some samples which are amazing, she and I are both doing DS for different companies so it is fun to give each other samples, and try each other’s products.
This week has flown by, and it isn’t even over yet. I have been busy working, I not only have had my regular job, but I have also been working a few roadshow shifts. I have already completed two out of my four shifts, I still have tomorrow (Saturday) and Sunday to work. By the time Thursday ends I will have worked roughly 110 hours in 11 days, without a day off. It’s insane, I know, but for two weeks I can handle it, besides I have plans next Friday to look forward to 😀.
As much as working 8 – 11.5 hours in a day is hard, and leaves no real free time, getting an extra week’s worth of pay is totally worth it.
Working hard to be able to pay down my bills, and work toward building a better future for myself.
There have been several things on my mind and that I have been working toward making happen, like finding a job and hopefully moving to a new state. Then eventually get married and have a family.
This past week was rather hectic. I saw some of my cousins from Canada a week ago, as they had come down to spend Thanksgiving with some of their family on their dad’s side of the family.
Thursday, My brother had brought his girlfriend over for Thanksgiving Dinner. She seems nice enough, and I am trying to like her, but that is going to take time. Right now I am still indifferent about how I feel about her and them. That is at least better than me not liking her.
Friday afternoon I had run errands and braved the Black Friday crowds and went to Fred Meyer, Ikea and the grocery store. I needed some storage containers for my Scentsy stuff, as well as my Fall and Christmas decorations.
Yesterday I had decided to go up to Chehalis for their evening church service. My intuition was telling me to go, and I know better than to not listen to when my instincts tell me to do something because they are spot on. I needed to be in that service last night.
My goals, what I am working toward, where I am going in life, rather where the Lord is leading my life have been on my mind and heart so much lately. I have no idea what will happen in 2016, but I know changes I coming. I don’t know what they are, or where I will be in a year from now, but I know that God does and that is what matters.
In looking at places I am considering, leaving te Pacific Northwest behind has been pretty much a given for 5.5 years now. I have been looking at places like Alaska, Maine (my top two choices), Vermont or New Hampshire.
What a week!
I had a post on Facebook for my friends to leave a memory of me or them and I. One of the young women i had grown up with had posted about the girl’s nights I would try to have every so often while I was attending university. Outside of my first term there I had had my own apartment so I could have friends over whenever I wanted, and just could do it. I loved it. One time I had fit at least 8 people in the tiny living room I my first apartment and it was packed. It is memories like that I don’t want to forget. Those girls nights are some of the many things I miss about my college/university experience. I miss having my own place to go home to when I had had enough of being at my parents house. I also miss the only rules being the ones I made. Studying, homework, writing papers and such were so much easier on my own.
While I don’t necessarily want to move back to where I lived while I attended University, I really miss having my own home. I may be one of those “weird” people who stopped considering their parents house home once they got their own place. Even now, i don’t consider my parents house home even though I have been back living here since I graduated from college. Growing up, and even more so now, their house was alway just my parents house, and never felt like home to me, a lot of it has to do with my personality, I am very independent and now know what it is like to take care of myself and living on my own/being an adult just clicked with who I am.
Today I had picked up the Oregon Mug from Starbucks You are here Collection. Now I have to go get one more to trade my aunt for a Canada mug. While my main goal is to collect them myself and go to these places, when it comes to Canada and Vancouver BC, if my family were nice enough to bring them to me, I am ok with that as I have been to Canada and Vancouver multiple times. I am not saying that I won’t ever go back once I get the mugs, it’s just that beings that I have already been to these places I don’t feel like I am missing out if someone else picks up the mugs for me.