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A Cracked Cross and Jeopardy

A Cracked Cross and Jeopardy

I am sure you have heard of deferred maintenance of a house. You know, those projects that aren’t super important, but still should get done at some point. Well, I’ve been tackling some deferred maintenance of my life. Projects of all types of randomness that I’ve wanted to get done for a very long time, yet, somehow never made it to the top of my to-do list.

One set of projects I would classify as “needing repair.” One of the keepsakes on this list is a really pretty decorative glass cross that I bought almost 10 years ago. Unfortunately it has been broken for almost half that time. The story goes like this: In 2008, the Presbyterian Church had its bi-annual national conference in San Jose. Andrew and I, being local Presbyterians, volunteered to serve on the organizing committee. Specifically, we helped organize and make arrangements for attendees who have disabilities. Just a footnote to conclude: it was a great conference, a lot of fun, and an honor to serve. But back to the glass cross.

Part of the conference was a traditional Expo. An area set up where vendors and artisans could share information and also sell their products. That is when I came upon the booth selling the glass crosses. Now, truth be told, I’m not a big cross person. I only own one other cross, which was given to me at my baptism, and I don’t own any jewelry crosses. As Seinfeld would say, “

Giving my photos some new life

Giving my photos some new life

I’ve tried to remember when I was growing up, how many pictures were on display in my home. What I recall is that we didn’t have that many. Not compared to what I saw in other people’s houses, or the fictional homes that I would see on TV. It felt like the few photos we did have on display were put there more by obligation than desire. My mom (who has passed away) would have been the one responsible for such things, and I never thought to ask her about why she did, or didn’t like hanging photos on the wall.

Now when it came to taking pictures, there was much more intention. Both my mom and dad would gather my sister and I in front of the camera for significant events and holidays. Photos that captured poses in front of the Christmas tree, the spontaneous snapshots opening birthday presents, and silly moments of our dogs doing goofy tricks or other adorable random things. I know partly why we took more photos than we framed. They were to send to my grandparents and extended family who lived in Minnesota.

As I grew up, my relationship with being photographed, and photos in general, was nuanced. As far as being photographed, I was self-conscious because of body image insecurity issues. I knew I should’t feel bad about how I looked in photos, but that didn’t mean I didn’t. I think that insecurity bled over into framing and putting photos on display.

Last Christmas Was So Much Better

Last Christmas Was So Much Better

In my last post I concluded saying how I was looking forward to our summer vacation even though it feels like Christmas is right around the corner. Now I know what you might be thinking: "But Jody, it's still only August." Yes, I hear you. But based on how I celebrated last year's Christmas timeline, this year it is going to come even quicker.

Let me explain. First off, I LOVE Christmas. It is absolutely my most favorite holiday. It was always a big deal in my family growing up, for both my mom and dad, and their parents as well. So there is a lot of nostalgic baggage that comes with the yule tide festivities. I have always tried to not build up Christmas too much in my mind, in terms of expectations. I knew I would never be able to recapture that childhood magic no matter how Martha Stewart I got, so I really tried just to not stress out too much and the days and weeks prior to Christmas unfold organically.

Turns out, as was confirmed last year, my approach in all those years before was a recipe for more stress, discontent, frustration and bah-humbug than I'd ever imagine myself feeling. It was a combination of dreading the holiday entirely, while already being sad it was going to be over before I really got a chance to enjoy it.

Samsung Chromebook Plus Review

Samsung Chromebook Plus Review

I'm so excited to be spreading the word about how much I love my new Samsung Chromebook Plus laptop. I know they say that it isn’t all about having the right “gear” but rather, doing the best with what you’ve got. Well, I’d argue that sometimes having the right tool, can be the difference between making progress on a goal, and well, not. It’d be like trying to shred a block of cheese with a fork. No. Thank. You.

A Sade Concert is an Experience of a Lifetime

A Sade Concert is an Experience of a Lifetime

I love music concerts. There is nothing that compares to seeing your favorite singer performing live. One of the best performers I've ever seen is Sade.

If you have never heard the music of Sade, well, you should. The band's lead vocalist is Sade Adu, born Helen Folasade Adu. She is a Nigerian-born British singer-songwriter, composer, and record producer of the British, Grammy Award-winning English group Sade.