Musta Been Good…

Oh, Santa. I must have been good this year, huh? And by Santa, I mean Dave, my wonderful husband.

So what did I get this year from my other half? Ladies, this man is genius. I will definitely be giving him some serious credit this year. He put a lot of thought, time, effort, and money into my gifts. I’ve told him a million times-it doesn’t matter what you get me, it is the thought that counts. After a little hiccup on my birthday this year, I think he really got the message.

Behold! My beautiful gem-of-a-gift: My Very Own Tiffany Bracelet!



Ah, yes, he scored big time there. He continued to give me more gifts! A new professional straightener and hair dryer to make myself pretty (I don’t usually spend money on girly things-this was a treat!). He also got me two different giraffe charms for my European charm bracelet. AND a fire helmet charm for my bracelet. I can’t believe they even make those! On top of all these fabulous things I got a new calendar for my cubicle (giraffe, of course) AND last but not least BOTH the Molecular Gastronomy Cocktail kit and Cuisine kit. I am a huge science geek and as a kid LOVED science kits. Now, I can have my adult-themed science kit and even eat the experiment. I am overjoyed!! IMG_3366 IMG_3344

Really, what did I do to deserve such an array of thoughtful and wonderful presents? On the same thought, what did I do to deserve such a thoughtful and wonderful husband? I am truly thankful for him every day.

Here he is with his new fancy-pants competition axe. Notice I got him a lumberjack-esque shirt to go with it.


What did Santa bring you for Christmas?


I’m a Lumberjack and I’m Ok…

Nothing beats the sweet smell of 2 stroke, saw dust, and good wholesome cool earth. Nothing gives me that all powerful near-ecstasy feeling of the swing and sink of an axe. Make it a good axe and it makes it that much better. Seriously, I really can’t think of anything else that feels THAT good besides a good run on skis and a few bedroom things I will not discuss here.

I absolutely love the world of Lumberjacking. I really really really wish I had more time (and money) for it. I was a lumberjill pre-husband and did it throughout college. So! When I met my lovely hubby, I decided I needed to get him into it. Nothing makes me more excited than seeing him enjoy something I so desperately love. I bought him a throwing axe for his birthday. We had our first competition this summer in Eliot, ME. I have two amazing people that have helped me post-college. Herb and Brenda Gingras are possibly the nicest and most generous people I know. They have taken countless hours of their time to teach and train anyone who is willing to learn, including me and Dave. I think Herb gets that same feeling sharing something with others he loves so much as well. Can I just add that they are awesome? Like top competitor type of awesome. Like winning blue ribbons and first place prize awesome.

Anyways, Dave really enjoyed it. And because he doesn’t read my blog, I am going to spill the beans on what I got him for Christmas… An axe! I got him a competition axe from Bailey’s! I can’t wait for him to open it. I also got him chainmail socks from The Ring Lord for protection (safety first!). To go with his birthday gift I got him a new throwing axe handle and sheaths for the throwing axe. As I am typing this I am wondering why I didn’t get him a sheath for the competition axe but that’s cool. So here’s what I’m going to do. I am going to wrap the ground spikes I picked up for his stand and wood crayon and wrap them in a pretty box and tell him those are his big present. I’ll let him open the axe after. Because the socks need to be special ordered from Canada, they won’t be in until the New Year.

So, Viva La Lumberjacks! I can’t wait to get him started and keep on this adventure of chopping wood.

I want a Harley-Davidson for Christmas!



In the spirit of the Holidays, I thought I’d let you know what is on my list for the Big Guy. Not a very creative rendition, but I think I get my point across nicely. Might I add, Hot Pink Sparkles would be even better than the red seen in the picture? Hint. Hint. I’ve been an awful good girl this year, Santa, Baby. I love my 1200 Custom but something a little different would be nice. Santa, got a Street Bob in there for me??

I want a Harley-Davidson for Christmas

Sung to the tune of “I want a hippopotamus for Christmas” by Gayle Peevey

I want a Harley-Davidson for Christmas
Only a Harley-Davidson will do
Don’t want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy
I want a Harley-Davidson to play with and enjoy

I want a Harley-Davidson for Christmas
I don’t think Santa Claus will mind, do you?
He won’t have to use our dirty chimney flue
Just bring it to the front door, that’s the easy thing to do

I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a Harley sitting there

I want a Harley-Davidson for Christmas
Only a Harley-Davidson will do
No make-up bags, no shiny high heeled shoes,
I only like Harley-Davidsons
And Harleys like me too

There’s lots of room for it in our two-car garage
I’d keep it there and wash it there and give it a massage
I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs
Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes
To see a Harley sitting there

I want a Harley-Davidson for Christmas
Only a Harley-Davidson will do
No fancy-schmancy purses or expensive hair-do goo,
I only like Harley-Davidsons
And Harleys like me too!

My Happy Place(s): Dealing with Life

Breathe in… Breathe out… Ahhhhh… Now go to your happy place. Everyone has a happy place. A memory or two or three they muster up to remind them of happier times, to give themselves hope, or to comfort themselves. Sometimes it is a fantasy-all unicorns and rainbows. It is a way to mentally escape while your being has to continue to trudge through some dreadful time. What is your happy place?

I have a few happy places. I use these exercises at different times for different reasons. I have a different destination for different situations. Stressed, overwhelmed, severely uncomfortable, shy, gloomy, and my favorite-trying to fall asleep.

Dealing with Stress: Work sucks, you don’t know where you’re going in life, you have too much on your plate… I go to my “daily life” happy place. When I was a kid, we had a semi-routine where Friday nights we could come home from school, not worry about homework, play with our friends, have pizza, and stay up to watch TV. It is not necessarily reverting to childhood for me as it is trying to conjure up that blissful relaxation. My inner eye sees a setting sun, I feel a peaceful and relaxed knowing that if all else fails, I still have friends and family to rely on. And I’m sure they would let me stay up to watch some Friday night TV. This just gives me the breather I need to regroup and take on whatever is challenging me.

Overwhelmed: I imagine myself skiing. I love skiing. I love skiing almost more than my husband. That’s a lot. If everything is just getting too crazy, I just picture the mountains around me, a good snow, and no one else. The hills are mine. The snow is mine. The sun is mine. The world is mine. I am also an amazing skier in my happy place. I am a great skier in real life, but my happy place skier doesn’t get tired or trip up on anything and has perfect form. This also gives me a break to relax and regroup to tackle my obstacles.

Severely uncomfortable: There have been a few instances in my life so far that I have really reverted to this. There have been a few times where I couldn’t get to where I wanted to go and it was completely out of my control. Being somewhat of a control freak, I have a hard time with this. I picture my grandparent’s house. My Nana passes away [almost] two years ago but her house was always so comfortable. She had comfy furniture and was always happy and always tried to feed you and make you comfortable and happy too. This is my favorite happy place. This gets me out of the moment so I can be a little more comfortable for the time being.

Shy: I always find myself in situations where I have to do some sort of public speaking, take on some sort of leadership role, or just be poised and professional. This happy place is easy. I just imagine the large number of woman who have come before me and grew a set and moved on. The women of the Suffrage Movement, the women of the Depression, Rosie the Riveter, Joan of Arc. Stuff like that. It’s more of a mental exercise to get my panties out of a bunch than an actual happy place but it works. This makes me stand up taller, lift my chin up, square my shoulders, and take on the world.

Gloomy: Sting. Sting and his Fields of Gold. First of all, let me tell you that I am absolutely in love with Sting. IN LOVE. So him singing this lovely story about fields of gold and all the prettiness, I can’t get enough. When I’m gloomy, I think of watching my future children frolic in golden fields of barley as the sun sets with my sweet mansion [Sting buys for me!] behind me. Oh yes, it’s lovely. This just makes me so. incredibly. happy.

Can’t Sleep: I try a number of different little scenes for this one. I love those Lunesta commercials. For some reason, seeing other people all cozy and sleeping makes me want to sleep. If those don’t work, I think of a beautiful tropical paradise where the water isn’t water but cool, silky chocolate milk. And there are pretty birds chirping and… zzzzzz…. Oh yes, this works great. The Lunesta commercials are FANTASTIC though.

So there you have it. My mental tricks to help me do something or to escape for that quick second so that I can get a mental “nap” in to refresh and regroup for whatever is needing to get done. Try it.