Theres this motivational speaker, Zig Ziglar. and i cant remember exactly how it was worded (or when he said it) but basicaly he said that there was really only one country that he was scared of, and that was the former soviet union. his reasoning... they were the only country that had their national goals written into their constitution.
two years ago i made a list of goals and i put them into my diary. a while back i was going thru old entrys, and i saw that one. I have accomplished every single one.
so, with these thoughts in mind, im making some new goals.
i went an opened a roth ira retirement savings account today. i dont have enough to invest yet and i dont have funds matching at work, so it is the best way to start investing right now. It feels sort of pitiful bc i have so little to invest that any mutual fund shares in my account will have to be purchased quarterly (instead of monthly) because they havea minimum amount that can be purchased. anyways. while i was going thru it all with my financial planner (! i have a financial planner!) he showed me the financial pyramid. your base has 5 things, retirement fund, life insurance, disability insurance, another thing i cant remember but have, and an emergency fund. as of today, i have 4 of those 5 items. so goal number one.
* have an emergency fund savings account.
i think the next one is fairly obvious. i think most people know this is a goal of mine. i have never actualy put it into writing before. and therefore, this is the time.
* get married.
Im not setting qualifications on that, im just throwing it out there. i would like to set time limits on these goals, but i also want to maintain realistic goals. so... the time limits will remain in my head.
something else that ive thought of but never really written out in so many words. and something ive toyed with for years. and danced around and never really committed to. i know i need to commit to this. i havent decided how. but i also realize the power of writing it down.
Its something ive done before. and im going to do it again.
* loose 10 lbs. and keep it off.
I started cleaning out my shit when we moved in august. it made me feel really good. and acomplished. i felt like a functioning adult human being. and its something that i never finished. i did enough to move easily, and then lazyness set it.
* finish the organization and purge of my worldly posessions.
my last goal (for now) is inspired by several people i know who have started selling their hand made items online, and my sister whos following what she loves to do. I love what i do. i love quilting. I love crochet and knitting. and im good at it. I want to feel like owning a sewing machine is justified. i want to be justified in purchasing expensive and high quality materials. ive made quilts before that sold at auction. i sold scarf and glove sets. i can do this, i just want to do it semi-regularly.
* make my crafting hobbies marketable, and sell some item(s) for profit. (and secondary to that, finish old projects that i started)
Jesus. those are some hefty goals. its scary to have them out there. but when i was in Pete's office today, i saw that he had his goals on a laminated card front and center on his desk. you know what. thats balls out. and any one who goes that balls out with their goals is going to meet them. I want to be like that.
allright. heres a toast to me. im off to go pack, i have to be up at 4 tomorrow morning driving my parents to the airport. and in just a few years ill be a thin financialy stable married woman with her own craft shop. hey. its a goal.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
I am here
its been so long its like ive forgotten how to do this.
its just that my brain seems to be all clogged up. like i have writers block. which is just plain stupid. how can you have writers block in your own blog. i mean really.
I am leaving for new york on friday. that is good. this week will be hell, grades are due in wed am, and im stalling on finishing some stuff up. i just shouldnt accept any late work. but i do. i have so many make up tests and shit like that its sick.
things to do. so many things to do.
need to do laundry so i can pack.
need to pay rent
need to go to the bank.
need to wax uni-brow.
need to pay bills.
need to pack danny's dvds.
need to grade makeups.
anyways. enough of that.
I spent the past week or so helping my mom scan all sorts of old photos and documents from my grandpa's estate. there were tons and tons of old letters. Ive tried writing letters, and to me, like most things in life, i cant seem to do it unless it serves an actual purpose. I cant write a letter because any useful information i need to convey will allready be communicated by the time the letter has been recieved. Same thing with walking or running. it needs to serve a purpose. ill run if im playing a game, and ill walk if i have somewhere to walk to (like work or something) anyways, i sort of wish there were still a need for that sort of communication. the letters i got to see were so eloquently worded. there was an art to it. my grandfather had only minimal education, i dont think he completed high school, but his letters read like those of a far more educated man. plus there was a sort of properness about it all. a formality. he could cut you a new one and youd never know it happened because he was complimenting you the whole way.
the other very interesting thing to see was all the 2nd hand information. some copies of letters were things papa had written, but far more of them were responses to him from friends and family. oh the family history that no one ever spoke of. i got to see photos of my grandpa's second wife. no one EVER speaks of her. they were married breifly and divorced quickly. i only found out she existed bc i was a nosey kid and listened in on my moms conversation. but now, i got to see photos. and my grandfather kept correspondance with a priest in rome, and he was apparently asking for advice. i guess every one was telling my grandpa to re-marry after my grandmother passed away. his youngest child was 4 at the time, and even his mother in law was telling him to find some one else. and he dated Irene for like 8 years before their failed marriage. she was a widow and had two children of her own. the whole story just facinates me. maybe some day ill write a novel about it.
other random things i found. my grandmas wedding budget. hysterical.
and something else that just makes me laugh like hell. this is a photo of me when i was 3. and the back is my fathers handwriting, except for my signature. it just cracks me up.
and on that note, im off to pay my rent and do laundry.
:)
its just that my brain seems to be all clogged up. like i have writers block. which is just plain stupid. how can you have writers block in your own blog. i mean really.
I am leaving for new york on friday. that is good. this week will be hell, grades are due in wed am, and im stalling on finishing some stuff up. i just shouldnt accept any late work. but i do. i have so many make up tests and shit like that its sick.
things to do. so many things to do.
need to do laundry so i can pack.
need to pay rent
need to go to the bank.
need to wax uni-brow.
need to pay bills.
need to pack danny's dvds.
need to grade makeups.
anyways. enough of that.
I spent the past week or so helping my mom scan all sorts of old photos and documents from my grandpa's estate. there were tons and tons of old letters. Ive tried writing letters, and to me, like most things in life, i cant seem to do it unless it serves an actual purpose. I cant write a letter because any useful information i need to convey will allready be communicated by the time the letter has been recieved. Same thing with walking or running. it needs to serve a purpose. ill run if im playing a game, and ill walk if i have somewhere to walk to (like work or something) anyways, i sort of wish there were still a need for that sort of communication. the letters i got to see were so eloquently worded. there was an art to it. my grandfather had only minimal education, i dont think he completed high school, but his letters read like those of a far more educated man. plus there was a sort of properness about it all. a formality. he could cut you a new one and youd never know it happened because he was complimenting you the whole way.
the other very interesting thing to see was all the 2nd hand information. some copies of letters were things papa had written, but far more of them were responses to him from friends and family. oh the family history that no one ever spoke of. i got to see photos of my grandpa's second wife. no one EVER speaks of her. they were married breifly and divorced quickly. i only found out she existed bc i was a nosey kid and listened in on my moms conversation. but now, i got to see photos. and my grandfather kept correspondance with a priest in rome, and he was apparently asking for advice. i guess every one was telling my grandpa to re-marry after my grandmother passed away. his youngest child was 4 at the time, and even his mother in law was telling him to find some one else. and he dated Irene for like 8 years before their failed marriage. she was a widow and had two children of her own. the whole story just facinates me. maybe some day ill write a novel about it.
other random things i found. my grandmas wedding budget. hysterical.
and something else that just makes me laugh like hell. this is a photo of me when i was 3. and the back is my fathers handwriting, except for my signature. it just cracks me up.
and on that note, im off to pay my rent and do laundry.
:)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Sunday, January 01, 2006
New Years 2006
Times square. see if you can find the ball.
Us. not even cold.
my mic
We were however, sobering up. and out of baileys. so we went to meet Guillo at this bar.
Dan is not a leprichaun.
I am a new years princess.
That is all.
oh, and as for my coolest kid on the block entry, i didnt get to actualy see or hear ANY of the performers last night. but i did avoid mariah carey and ryan seacrest. so i sort of feel satisfied with myself. :)
Us. not even cold.
my mic
We were however, sobering up. and out of baileys. so we went to meet Guillo at this bar.
Dan is not a leprichaun.
I am a new years princess.
That is all.
oh, and as for my coolest kid on the block entry, i didnt get to actualy see or hear ANY of the performers last night. but i did avoid mariah carey and ryan seacrest. so i sort of feel satisfied with myself. :)
Saturday, December 31, 2005
the coolest kid on the block.
dan got me an ipod for christmas and our shopping spree. I asked him if he really thought i would choose to use the "spree" on something else and he sort of shruged. and said "no, not after your mom didnt get you the ipod" and i said "well, it was a fun excuse to look at jewelry all day."
and tonight. OKGO is playing on the roof top of the olive garden in times square new york (which is incidentaly, shaped like a bow tie) and i will be there.
its official. i am the coolest kid on the block. yes. yes i am.
oh, and some random girl on the street walking past us yesterday interupted herself mid sentance to announce (to no one in particular) "Now SHE has some nice boots!" and who was she talking about? me. thats who. and i do have nice boots. so there.
now im off to pre drink. apparently there are no public washrooms in times square. and they raise the ball at 6. ill take photos and let you know how it goes.
and tonight. OKGO is playing on the roof top of the olive garden in times square new york (which is incidentaly, shaped like a bow tie) and i will be there.
its official. i am the coolest kid on the block. yes. yes i am.
oh, and some random girl on the street walking past us yesterday interupted herself mid sentance to announce (to no one in particular) "Now SHE has some nice boots!" and who was she talking about? me. thats who. and i do have nice boots. so there.
now im off to pre drink. apparently there are no public washrooms in times square. and they raise the ball at 6. ill take photos and let you know how it goes.
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