January 2011 archive

Caterpillar in the tree, How I wonder who you’ll be…

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Wrote this first half EARLY Friday morning. Got busy, forgot to post.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m going to NYC today. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m so over how things are going in my life on so many levels… I don’t know what it is, but somehow in all of this… I’m inspired. Still.

I’ve churned out some 60 pages in the past few days. Whatever fog was in my head has dissipated and I’m able to write with much more fluidity than I have… well, for as long as I can remember. Since 2007 maybe?

It’s kind of incredible.

I want to be wonderful
NYC meeting outfit. All that’s not shown is my awesome, red wool coat.
26 January 2011.

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How To: Access two Gmail accounts at once in the same browser

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Like many Gmail users, I have a couple different Gmailaddresses that I use for different purposes. Historically, Google Accounts – including Gmail accounts — have only let people access one account at a time per browser, so using both accounts has been a bit inconvenient. I’ve either had to sign out and sign back in, use a second browser for my second account, or use a Chrome incognito window. And I’m not alone; lots of people have asked us for a better way to use multiple accounts at once in the same browser.

Now, you can visit google.com/accounts and click the link next to “Multiple sign-in.” After you sign into your first account, you can sign in with up to two additional accounts from the new accounts menu in the upper right hand corner of Gmail, then easily toggle back and forth between them. You can even open multiple Gmail tabs — one for each of your accounts.

Check it out!

Yep, this is pretty much the coolest thing I’ve learned to do in Gmail in 2011, so I just wanted to share.

Until next time…

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The ties that bind

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It’s been a while since I’ve updated everyone on how things are going with my cousin Shauna and her husband Anthony since their arrival to Walter Reed, 4 months ago as of tomorrow… That said, things are going very well. Especially from where they had been. Anthony’s still in surgery multiple times a week, but he’s stable and able to talk, etc. so that’s VERY good.

Watching baby Scarlett at Walter Reed so
Shauna could focus on attending to Anthony.
She’s a gorgeous little angel!

There are still LOTS of complications with Anthony’s progress, so when I say things are going well, know that I mean an optimistic well. The road ahead is sure to be a difficult one. It will be paved with ups and downs, but I’m confident that with the prayers of friends, family members and strangers Anthony will get through it just fine.

Which is why I’m posting now, to ask that everyone keep the family in their continued prayers. It’s a miracle that Anthony’s made it this far after the tragic night that set all of this in motion, but he has.

What’s amazing now is that I’ve seen Anthony smile more and try harder than he has these past few months. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen some obstinate days as well, but I see the progress. The progress is what we focus on.

I’ve also grown closer to my cousin Shauna than I ever thought possible. She’s actually one of the 3 people I confided in that I referenced in my last post. This tragedy has given her infinite wisdom in a multitude of situations, and while we’re only 3months apart in age, she’s more or less become an older sister to me. At least right now. I’m so blessed to have her in my life, though I wish we were brought closer together in a different way.

This whole ordeal, though far from over, has brought my family closer together. On all levels. It’s taught me that life is short, but sweet for certain, but only if you take time to savor it. To make the memories that last. To hold close to those around you and to show love every chance you get. Yes, the ties that bind us all together are the most important things in the world. Cherish them.

We got to go down on the field in support of Anthony at the Military Bowl that my alma mater, East Carolina was in.
As many of you saw (based on Twitter comments), we were on ESPN. 
Up in the box at the Military Bowl with my sweet cousin and baby Scarlett, who was more decked out in Pirate gear than I was, considering I wasn’t in any.
It’s no secret that I don’t like the Biden’s politically, but the fact that they spent their Christmas Day visiting Walter Reed patients is more than legit. And for that, they get a shout out.

Anthony receiving his Purple Heart. So proud of him.
Samples of above the knee prosthetics that Anthony will be fitted for.
Samples of similar hip and leg prosthetic that will be available to Anthony.

Many of you, friends, family and strangers have asked for an address to send a card to Anthony and Shauna. Next time I’m at Walter Reed, I’ll be sure to take a picture of Anthony’s wall of cards so you can understand just how important hearing encouraging words from others are.

Of course in the early months, they flooded in. But now, as time passes, they trickle in. So if you have a moment, I’m a sure a thoughtful card, even if you DON’T know them would mean a lot.

Here’s the address:

Walter Reed Fisher House III
Walter Reed Army Medical Center
Shauna Verra/ Room 22
6900 Georgia Ave, NW Bldg 56
Washington, DC 20307-5001

Until next time…
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Drowning in complicated

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Life has gotten complicated lately. Exponentially more complicated than I signed up for. And while I can’t go into all of the details right now, the whole 3 people in this world who know what I’m talking about would surely agree — I’m drowning in complicated. And yes, it goes far deeper than just needing a real job. Geez, I wish that was all it was.

I think “complicated” is compounded by the fact that I’m not able to share said complications, as I mentioned. Usually I have this amazing sounding board of friends that I confide in, and now I’m keeping so much to myself it’s unreal.

Which begs the question — how do people without a lot of friends (or at least 1 or 2 good ones) get through life? I don’t mean this in a mean way, but I just don’t see how someone could get through life without a solid support system. Maybe I’m just so blessed I don’t see the other side to this…

On the other hand, life is good. I mean insofar as that I’m healthy and shouldn’t be complaining about half the things that I am. But I’m a firm believer in complaining as a means to cope. So it’s constant in my life.

Complicated aside, I spent MLK day over at Grove Gal K’s place watching her precious Mini K and Baby C. I knew I had I go run errands in the evening, but I decided a simple sweater and jeans combo was the way to go.

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*Today’s Polyvore was created through the new Polyvore templates. And it’s official. I hate them. #PolyvoreFail

The best part of the day? Having 5yr old Mini K tell me my [cashmere] sweater was so soft that she could probably sleep on it forever. It was just the cutest little kid comment.

Anyway, meant to post this night of MLK day but my COMPLICATED life got in the way of things. Ha. And there you have it.

Until next time…
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Hope is the thing with feathers…

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Because it surely isn’t anything else that I can identify.

I recently wrote a post, that I’ve never gotten around to posting. I know that I will sometime, it’s just not happened yet. I bring this up because I was actually going to post it tonight, instead of this. But somehow my night has shifted. In talking downstairs tonight, I’ve become inspired. We’ve left our typical cerebral conversations by the wayside and instead have tapped into a creative that I’ve so long forgotten about it’s hard to confront it this evening.

And so, while my roommate is playing tracks and reading this epic poem that he’s written, that he wants to shoot an accompanying video for soon, I find my “green notebook.” This notebook is more or less what’s defined me over the years. It’s not my journal. It’s my creative outlet. It’s where I’ve gone when I want to “just write,” or “to escape.”

While it’s wildly personal as a way to “let go,” it’s also something that I plan on one day sharing. I’m not sure with whom or in what capacity, but some of my best work graces its pages.

I’m not sure why I’m writing all of this now. I think it’s because tonight I’ve realized that I’ve let one of my biggest passions fall away — writing. I’ve gotten so caught up in writing for work and organizations, that I’ve lost my joy in writing for me.

That ends today.

At least I hope it does.

Tonight’s made me realize that part of what makes me love “communications” so much is the visionary side of words. It’s where I found myself in college. It’s where I found my love for politics. How did life and age make me so quickly forget what makes me more happy than anything else — carefree, unleashed writing.

I want to get back to that place. The place where I say what I want, when I want. The place where I don’t care if other people are judging me, because I’m so content with myself and what I’m doing.

It was lost until just now. But I’m unearthing it. In my babbling, I’m resurrecting my passion.

I was fueled as a child by knowing that…

Hope IS the thing with feathers.
That perches in the soul.
That sings the tune without the words
And NEVER stops at all.

And sweetest in the Gale is heard…

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