Doing It Different

When I found out we were pregnant, something resonated in me:  “Do it differently, Amanda.”

As I’ve previously shared, I’d always been terrified I’d end up the neurotic mom from ‘Modern Family.’ Was I going to lose myself?  Would I become a high maintenance control freak? Would my life revolve around my children?  Would I end up trying to keep up with the Jones’ like our American culture demands? Would financial constraints turn me into a resentful monster?  

Part of me also couldn’t shake icky feelings from my days as a server in Los Angeles, waiting on moms who expected everyone’s existence to revolve around their very special children.  A-very special children.  Or rather, audacious moms and dads, that expected you to be a babysitter, allowing kids to play in the middle of an aisle with an entire backpack of sprawled out toys while you’re serving hot coffee in a tight diner setting.  UGH.  It can leave a bad taste in your mouth for sure.  

But when a friend recently asked what I meant by wanting to do motherhood differently, I was dumbfounded to be at a loss.  What the heck did I mean?  Where does this idea resonate from? Am I just totally full of shit?!  My kid is sure to the color on the walls– I’m not that naive, but how do I want to do it differently?  

In the brief moments I have to actually connect with Baby Soul, I let this idea marinate.  I asked my friend Stacer (now Aunt Stacer!!!) to send me articles about unconventional parenting and like the pro that she is, she has supplied me with articles and podcasts about living minimally, or selling everything to travel the world.  Thus far, I’ve hinted to my sweetie, nothing says good parenting like zip lining through the jungles of Africa and he wasn’t having it.  HE NEVER LETS ME DO ANYTHING!!!!  *hogs remote to watch 127th hour of HGTV* πŸ˜‰

Before getting pregnant I watched ‘Captain Fantastic.’  SUCH A GOOD MOVIE!!  It’s such an unknown, little independent gem.  If I had the Harvard education and insane physique, I would be over the moon to raise my kids off the grid in the mountains.  Well, “Power to the people!” minus the plot twists.  πŸ˜‰  

Talking with my BF (now Aunt BF!!!) about our shared love of this movie, she suggested I read some queer parenting literature.  After scratching my head for a minute, she mentioned it’s Unconventional Parenting 101.  DUH.  Very true! That’s kind of a brilliant idea. 

I also began thinking about parents I did admire.  Friends that have traveled to Mexico or Italy with their newborn and haven’t let being parents stop them.  Parents that brought their kids to every social party their friends were throwing because having kids wasn’t going to stop them from a social life.  Parents that are still making music videos or auditioning despite being moms and dads.  Parents where the mom brings home the bacon and dad plays Mr. Mom.  Etc, etc, etc… 

In a podcast, I remember Elizabeth Gilbert (now Aunt Liz!!!!)  sharing a story about her mother going into her room and shutting the door behind her two kids.  They knew that for an hour every day, it was mommy’s writing time.  Soon, mommy’s writing time became Liz’s writing time and she still recalls the impact that had on her as a young girl.  She didn’t view it as selfish or mean, it’s just what mom does and it taught them to play on their own and develop their own creativity. WHAT A GIFT!!!

In my ‘Psychic Teachers’ podcast with Deb Bowen and Samantha Fey (LOVE THIS PODCAST!), Samantha talks about doing the same.  Once nap time was over for her girls at a certain age, she introduced ‘alone time.’  The girls would spend an hour a day doing their own thing alone in their room.  They write, they listen to music, etc. This allows their mom to spend time mediating or having the alone time she desperately needs as a psychic to cleanse and get her work done. Not to mention the girls have learned to love it as well!

Obviously, I’m still figuring it out (and have a sneaky suspicion I will be for the rest of my life πŸ˜‰ ) but what I do know is that I don’t want to live in fear.  I would love for my kid to backpack through Europe after high school. I would love for Baby Soul to learn to fix cars and ride motorbikes like her dad.  Why not a Mother/Baby Soul photography adventure through Brazil?  Maybe a culinary adventure through Paris?  (Nothing says ‘Make mommy dinner, kid!’ like French cheeses!)  Maybe hiking the PCT?  Maybe it just means we don’t let our (potential) daughter watch Disney princess movies because there’s more to life than finding a man.  I don’t know! 

Painting an elephant in Jaipur would be pretty cool to do with Baby Soul? (Ten year visa!) The men who take care of these elephants in India literally live with them in their cement ‘houses.’ The elephants are so well loved, they are practically family members.

But I will love this adventure…  πŸ™‚  And I would LOVE to hear what ‘doing it different’ means to you.  Any ideas you’ve had or stories you’d like to share, it would be a LOT of fun to brainstorm.  Not to mention would help a sista’ out.  xoxo

 

 

 

 

Blowing the Roof off of First Trimester Fatigue

I recently heard a story from a friend who was pregnant with her daughter 20+ years ago.  In her first trimester, she got so tired she was afraid she wasn’t going to be able to drive the hour or two she needed to get home.  Thankfully, she did make it home but when her husband arrived, he found her asleep on the stairs of their front porch with a car in the driveway that had been running for three hours.

First Trimester Fatigue… IT’S A THING AND I’M TALKING ABOUT IT. 

I have to admit (and tend to joke with my husband) that I have two emotions right now:  TIRED and RAGE.  So consider yourself warned!  For various reasons, there is definitely some cranky pants anger attached to this blog.  It has become very clear to me that people are uneducated about first trimester pregnancy.  Women go through intense shit early on and because they’re not showing yet, people (husbands, bosses, friends & family, society) don’t believe them and/or make a lot of assumptions. 

It has me feeling all… 

I had no idea before I got pregnant how freaking draining it is and, ultimately, I am dumbfounded it isn’t discussed more???  Maybe that makes me a whiner? Or maybe this is a societal thing where we like our pregnant women ‘glowing’ and ‘grateful.’  We are supposed to keep quiet and endure female pain on our own.  God, don’t we do that enough? 

I am soooo grateful to finally be ‘out’ about our pregnancy.  It has been a challenge having 26 different symptoms and when you’re at your lowest, needing support, you’re not allowed to ask for it because you’re not allowed to tell people about it.

Now that I can tell people, I’ve been shocked by the lack of empathy and belief from some. There are people I have trusted with the info that I have asked for support and their reactions lead me to believe they think I’m overreacting.  Do they think I’m just tired because I’m overweight? (Also, a thing).  Am I just milking it?  Some women’s husbands think they’re wives are trying to get out of chores or get angry when there’s not a meal on the table.  This also goes hand and hand with emotions.  Does what I’m saying hold no truth because it’s coming from heightened emotions?  It’s maddening (especially when you have more than one job and a million different activities on your plate) to be considered lazy or emotionally crazy or… or.. or…  UGH.  

Pre-pregnancy, when I thought of someone being pregnant, I only thought of two things:  morning sickness and crazy ice cream & pickle cravings.  I assumed women got really tired in their last trimester (which they do), being entirely ginormous, carrying  a ton of extra weight on swollen ankles.  In my clueless assumptions, I thought the first trimester was supposed to be a breeze!  “You can still exercise and have sex!”  Knowing what I know now, feeling the way I do, to brush fatigue under the rug just feels like another impossible standard for women to maintain and a societal construct that we’re supposed to endure.  

Every woman is different for sure, but for me, I can only compare this fatigue to my trip to India– spending ten days in the chaos of an awesome country with little sleep, and then taking a sleepless 20 hour flight home.  I wake up that tired every other day.  The rest of the time I don’t wake up India-tired, I feel ‘food sick’ tired.  Where you’re finally over your bug but are still really weak.  There are days where I don’t want to do the littlest things like email my parents or call someone back because all I have energy for is melting into the couch.  Like when you’re drunk and laying down anywhere will do. This is not typical.  I have to-do lists for my to-do lists.  And don’t get me started on nausea… 

In all of my 38 years, I think I’ve taken three or four afternoon naps.  My wheels spin, I can’t calm my brain in enough time, I’m just not a napper.  In this pregnancy?  I could nap almost any time of day.  I often don’t have the time to allow myself that luxury but when I do, I’m out like a light.  I’ve gotten up, driven down valley to get groceries and by the time I’m there, I am so wiped out, I do worry I won’t be able to get home.  On an inappropriate scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it to curl up at the grocery store for a month nap on a shelf with the large bags of cat food?  #noshame

This is actually what the first trimester looks like….

I took a quick photo from my cell phone at a hotel in Seattle.  I had my photography class and then my husband and I celebrated our first year anniversary.  It was so entirely exhausting, I could barely keep my eyes open.  I am soooo lucky to have him. He is super supportive and understanding.  He doesn’t judge me or belittle me.  He listens, he rubs my twitchy legs, he buys me chips for my nausea, he snuggles…

Also, God bless the internet because I know I am not alone!  Care to hear from other women?  Be sure to read the comments. 

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My favorite line is from Pregnant Chicken, “Fatigue is such a lame word. When I hear it I think of a yawn, stretch, and flutter of the eyes. Pregnancy fatigue in the first trimester is a BEAST.” #PREEEAACH

Not to mention that I am a line cook, lots of movement, on my feet. I work in a hot kitchen on packed summer nights.  Or I get up early for the breakfast shift which is worse because I haven’t slept due to three trips to the bathroom that night.  It’s brutal.  Not to mention my other jobs, trips to Seattle, photography class homework, home reno, etc, etc, etc… What’s the lesson here?

If someone you know is pregnant and claims to be tired, believe them.  It is waaaaay more than ‘tired.’ Know that it is an exhaustion that makes them feel like they barely exist.  Know that it has nothing to do with laziness or exaggeration and support them any way you can.  

And pregnant ladies… I SEE YOU.  Ask for what you need and F*CKING TAKE IT.  When almost one in three pregnancies ends in miscarriage, your biggest concern is taking care of yourself and your baby.  And nothing is worth that loss.  I know it’s easy to say… But don’t be afraid to disappoint people.  SAY NO.  The people who care are the ones who deserve your loyalty. Word?

Now, I want to hear from you!!! Tell me your stories… Who’s first?

What was the hardest part about your first trimester?  What was brutal?  I am hear to listen and would be grateful for your honesty!  In my opinion, the truth of the reality we experience only normalizes things in culture and makes us stronger…  Thanks for listening. xoxo

 

 

 

 

The Story of Baby Soul

Pregnant.  I stared at the little plus sign for quite a while.  Am I sure it’s a plus?  I was running on such adrenaline, is it possible I made a mistake?  Do I just want it to be a plus and it’s not a plus?  I can’t believe I actually want it to be a plus…. Do I really want it to be a plus? Who am I????

Back in college with my girlfriends, our goal was to get degrees, an education and rack up a slew of fun experiences, but there is a joke in Christian college that women are mostly at school for their ‘MRS. Degree.’  And ooooooh, I was soooo on board for that major!  Amongst my friends, we all wanted to be married, find our ‘soul mate’ and have a gaggle of children.  

However, after NOT meeting Mr. Perfect at Christian college, I moved to LA to pursue acting.  I figured if I wasn’t going to get married out of college like everyone else, I wasn’t going to put my life on hold.  As I soon learned, finding my ‘soul mate’ was going to be a challenge. LA is not the kind of place where you’re going to find a laundry list of good guys, Christian or not. With a host of gorgeous women to choose from, in an incredibly (can-be) superficial environment, there really is no incentive for men to get married.  I was chunky, shy, lacked confidence and it just never worked out for me.  So I kept making choices outside the marriage box. 

Another year went by, and then five.  Ten. I continued to get older.  When you see that marriage might be something that never happens for you, you begin to see your life differently.  You lessen your tunnel vision.  The box opens and there is a whole world out there, outside of kids.  Few women get to see it really– wild possibility outside of the cultural norm. I widened my dreams to include travel and adventuring.  I learned that living passionately and choosing directions different than most energized me.  Twenty years later, I found myself asking if I even wanted kids.  I could barely relate to my 23 year old self.  

Then I unexpectedly met my honey at the age of 36, we got married at 38 and the baby inquiries rolled in.  I realized I still had time.  Very little time, but time.  There was a lot of pressure.  I am older.  Could we even have kids? When we talked about kids we decided we wanted them but we’d always kind of laughed nervously about it and never made any plans, mostly due to the financial monster that lurked behind the idea. It’s crazy to open your door to that guy.  We’d never be able to afford to have kids.  Let’s let the universe decide!  If it happens, it happens… And then it doesn’t have to be our fault. Ha!

I went to see my psychic while I was visiting in Los Angeles.  She was terrible! She answered none of my questions.  Instead, she told me there was a ‘baby soul lurking out there that wants you to be her mommy.’

Ummm…  

I ignored that and asked her if I should play the lottery.  Do I have lucky numbers?  When do I get rich?  She said that all of the creative things we had been talking about won’t happen for a few years really anyway, so why not have a baby girl!  

I told her that my husband and I were on board with letting the universe decide and she shut that down pretty quick.  She said that the baby wants to know it is safe and that you’re excited and more than “Egh, whatever, kid.”  She said we’d need to take responsibility and invite her.  None of this sounded like a surprise financial windfall from a deceased, unknown relative to me. 

I mentioned to the psychic that I felt like, for many reasons, I was finally discovering myself for the first time and that my life was just beginning.   I had all of these creative aspirations, I didn’t want to feel like my life was being put on hold again. She drew some cards, took a breath and then said that this child is ‘gifted intuitive’ and while I don’t exactly remember what she said…  what I heard was… This baby is going to make you laugh.  This baby is going to be a muse.  This baby is going to help heal.  This baby is going to get you out of your head.  This baby is going to teach you how to love yourself, others and the world around you.  This baby will breathe new life, not suck it out of you. 

It is A LOT these ears have put on Baby Soul. Ha! 

I always thought I was going to have a little girl.  I think it’s the close connection I had with my mom as a child.  Yet, in all of my adventuring I had never allowed myself the idea that a child would do anything but drain me and make me crazy. I imagined myself as the neurotic mom on ‘Modern Family’ and I immediately hated the idea of that person.  Or, the opposite, that I would entirely put my life on hold and live for my child, like I see soooo many women do.  I think I just needed to hear somebody say that this was going to be an inspired thing… even add to my existence? 

*Mind Blown*

So, here we are… After the shock wore off, an excited reality has set in.  Again, I have lessened my tunnel vision.  The box has opened and this time there is a whole world in front of me that shows a different kind of adventure where all of my loves, and a new love,  will meet. Once again I am energized by choosing a path different than what I had envisioned for myself, choosing a path that feels scary but true. There is a plus sign and with it comes an intuitive, little Aquarius baby!  We’ve been calling her Baby Soul. 

 

Spring in the Valley

I live in a tourist town.  Washington Pass connects Seattle to our little valley and when that pass opens every Spring, the flood gates of tourism open and the locals scrounge to produce, typically while being grossly understaffed.  It’s hard to find good help, and while a lot of fun, it can be insanely exhausting. 

So while we have maybe another week or two before Gandalf obliges, I’m doing my best to take in the little things.  Our valley currently is full of flowers… Spring beauties and glacier lilies for days… followed by hills of balsam root.  It’s breathtaking. 

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Spring always reminds me of a song by Nichole Nordeman called ‘Every Season.’  Back in my Christian days, she was one of my favorites.  She was the only artist I was aware of that ever openly questioned life and faith in her music.  She wasn’t threatened to ground her faith in her humanity, where I feel so many other artists (and their PR firms) are afraid to look anything less than perfect.  Her recent Facebook posts on islamaphobia, helping Syrians and loving your neighbor, find me still a fan.  

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Anyway, I always found it a lovely song… You can find the lyrics below.  

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And you can hear the song here…

Every evening sky, an invitation
To trace the patterned stars
And early in July, a celebration
For freedom that is ours
And I notice You
In children’s games
In those who watch them from the shade
Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder
You are summer

And even when the trees have just surrendered
To the harvest time
Forfeiting their leaves in late September
And sending us inside
Still I notice You when change begins
And I am braced for colder winds
I will offer thanks for what has been and what’s to come
You are autumn

And everything in time and under heaven
Finally falls asleep
Wrapped in blankets white, all creation
Shivers underneath
And still I notice you
When branches crack
And in my breath on frosted glass
Even now in death, You open doors for life to enter
You are winter

And everything that’s new has bravely surfaced
Teaching us to breathe
What was frozen through is newly purposed
Turning all things green
So it is with You
And how You make me new
With every season’s change
And so it will be
As You are re-creating me
Summer, autumn, winter, spring

 

Happy Spring.  πŸ™‚

 

Conconully Outhouse Races

In honor of the Super Bowl, I’d like to take you all to a different kind of ‘sporting event.’  A few weeks ago, Lliam and I had the chance to drive over to Conconully, Washington to attend their infamous annual Outhouse Races.  That’s right, outhouse races. For a quarter of a century, they’ve been putting outhouses on skis and racing them down a slick road.  It’s insaaaanity.

While I tend to think of my life in Mazama as written straight from the pages of Northern Exposure, Conconully really deserves the nod.  Another town of 200, their community is even more remote and woodsy.  We get the Seattle hikers, bikers and rock climbers. They get all of the rural hunters and fishers.  #respect    

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I wrote about my experience in The Methow Valley News as part of my weekly column that you can read here, but I wanted to relive the nail biting, hilarious glory through photos that paint a better picture. 

For starters, this is ‘Solo Cup.’  Solo Cup has performed previously in Conconully.  Many of the teams come back year after year for continual glory. Who wouldn’t?!

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This collection of yahoos called their outhouse ‘Skidmark,’ a bold yet simple design that ‘left a mark’ on the attending public.  

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When we arrived, we heard the announcer’s voice booming through the streets, “Up next, the Krap-a-nator and Hooooooly Crapper!”  He also calls for the Omak Stampede so this shiz is LEGIT. 

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Each team heads up to the starting line…  There is a rider inside and two pushers that run down the raceway.  And there are a series of races!  Or heats, or… you know, I’m not really certain their is a ‘technical term’ for any of this.  

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 The Carlton Stoolbus.  LOVE IT!!!
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This outhouse was designed by Beneficial In Home Care. Looks like old folks to me! 

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There is a heat for men, women, children, teens, family and seniors.  Pictured here is ‘Daisy Deuce.’ Where ma ladies at?  On the shitter… 

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The ‘Holy Crapper’ in action.  It was a brutally cold day out and yet the streets were lined with families enjoying this wondrous, nonsensical frivolity.  I think I was out of my body most of the day.  I couldn’t believe this was real!  It was like a confusing dream… I mean, there’s skiing and shitting. This takes multitasking to a whole new level!
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Look at his guy… There’s so much joy to be found in poop!  Who knew?!

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These are folks from The Sage Shop, Omak’s premiere retailer of hash.   And by ‘premiere’ I mean, probably the only one. 

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Carlton Stool Bus won People’s Choice for their outhouse. Can you blame them?  Look how happy their little pooper is in the window!!!

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The day was ridden with good clean family poop jokes.  There was an outhouse from The Omak Chronicle there, “flushing out the news since 1889.”  When I tried to joke about starting a group from our paper called The Methow Valley NewsPooper, my editor deleted it from my column. I have no idea why.  This is serious business. 

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American patriotism!!  I think these ladies were my favorite actually.

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You don’t want to disappoint Uncle Sam!

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So, this is when shit gets REAL.  After all the heats, there is also THE BUCKET RACE.  

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The pushers literally put a bucket on their head and race down the road with only the voice of the rider to guide them. THEY WEAR BUCKETS AND RACE.  THEY ARE BLIND.  RUNNING DOWN ICE.  

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Hay bales were obliterated, fences knocked down… Outhouses flipped over.  It was dangerous and painful.  Lliam could NOT stop laughing.  

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The final race of the day is the Obstacle Race.  The hay bales are lined up like a barrier across the road.  The team has to race to each line of hay bales, pick up their outhouse and carry it to the other side and continue racing.  Many totally CHEATED and just plowed through the bales unable to slow down.  I’m still angry at this unsportsmanlike conduct. 

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Miss Omak Stampede , Michaela Allen, was there to hand out prizes!  If you won that day you got a little wooden outhouse.  That is what you won. Huge honor. 

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This was the rider for the Beneficial In Home Care.  She even stuffed the junk in her trunk. She was AWESOME!  

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Anyway, folks, if you ever find yourself in Washington next January, Conconully’s shit show is where it’s at! You won’t want to miss it!  It really is the absolute BEST of small town fun!!! We had a blast.  πŸ™‚

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2016: An Yuge Year– Who Knew?!

When I think back on 2016, it all seems like a bit of a blur.  It was hard.  I was insanely tired. Burned out. Depressed, anxious, confused, unbalanced;  I felt stuck.  For me, a personal emotional rollercoaster for various reasons. Needless to say, when I stopped to really think of what actually took place, I was shocked. I had forgotten SO much!!! Despite those feelings that made it challenging, 2016 was was an epic year of highlights, a million firsts that will forever change my life. I guess a good reminder to myself that everything doesn’t have to be perfect for life to begin.

I couldn’t begin to tell you how I could top this year so ironically, I’m trepidatious to get into 2017.  But I promise you this, I am TOTALLY open to it being even better!  πŸ™‚  

Today, I’m reflecting in gratitude all of the great moments of 2016.  Later tonight, I’m gonna dream big for 2017.  

Here is my list of Top 10 things that happened in 2016 that made it a year I’ll never forget:

  1.  I MARRIED MY SWEETIE!!
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Okay, duh. So I totally remembered getting married.  πŸ˜‰  In an amazing feat, my family and friends pulled off our wedding.  Folks came in from all over the country, every one pitched in.  It really is the best day of your life.  You’re marrying your best friend but also all of these people in your life remind you how much they love you?  It leaves you feeling pretty incredible. 

If only my dad loved me more…  πŸ˜‰

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2.  I WENT TO INDIA!!!!  

India was my first foray into traveling abroad. I used my passport and visa for the first time ever and it felt amazing. We went to Delhi, Agra, Alwar and Jaipur… We got to see a ton, took a cooking class, visited the Taj Mahal, spent time at an orphanage and rode an elephant!  I got to paint her, ride her and give her a nice bath.  Elephants are so warm and leathery.  I loved her.  πŸ™‚

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There’s so much to say about India and yet I barely remember it now.  I do my best to live through the photos.  I remember thinking I should be keeping a journal but I didn’t know what to say.  It felt just like rehashing the day.  Now, I totally wish I had.  I forget EVERYTHING. I’m also pretty sure I’ve lost a good chunk of my photos.  I guess that will teach me to use a proper workflow.  

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I literally took thousands of pictures in India.  It overwhelms me to think about how to share them in a way that a) won’t make me crazy and b) that will do the experience justice. I’ve decided it’s pretty much impossible.    

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3.  WE GOT OUR BABIES!!!

There is something about raising little kitties from the time they are just babies.  I am totally their mama!!!  They are so snuggly and comforting… stinky and annoying… But I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  They totally have my heart. And their paws on my face. Sniff, sniff… 

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We got Sophelia The Great and Thomas in early July.  They have gotten so big!!! Wahhhhhh!!!!  Little Thomas we sometimes call ‘Fat Cat’ because he scarfs as much as he can during feedings knowing he has to share!  This morning, as soon as just a few pieces of kitten chow were in the bowl, his head was in there.  I literally had to pour food on top of his head to get it in the bowl. It’s crazy. Poor Sophie just sits there until Thomas pulls back for a breath.  Sophie is still Little Sophie but her name has also morphed into Sophatilla and then Tilla or Little Tilla…  Thomas has the big black patch on his face, Sophie has the little wisp… I love them so  much.

“Come play with us Danny…”

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When I think of how small they were when we first got them… I CANNOT EVEN HANDLE IT.   

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My heart literally aches.  I want to cry ugly tears, dry heave for hours.  Whatever… I just… it is literally painful to think of my babies as babies… 

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4)  OUR FIRST TRIP TO STEHEKIN!

I’ll share more about Stehekin in another blog but if you get the chance to go, do it!  It is a tiny town (?) at the very northern tip of Lake Chelan. 

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My honey and I went after the wedding for a few days to visit our friend Tammy, the most exceptional host.  It was so quiet and peaceful, even despite a terrible cold!  Not to mention gorgeous…

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5) FIRST YEAR WITH MY DSLR!

Talk about life changing… For the first time in my life I had $1500 saved for no reason.  That was the exact amount it was being sold for on our local bulletin board.  A Nikon D7000 with a shutter count of 200 that included a bunch of lenses, bag, cards, etc.  It was a steal and I just knew it was meant to be.  Who needs savings?!  πŸ˜‰   I literally can’t imagine my life without it. Technically I bought the camera in November of 2015 but I was too overwhelmed to really use it till this year. One of my first shots… I look back on this period of my picture taking and it makes me nauseous.  Ha!  All part of the learning curve, a lifelong journey, and I’m overwhelmed by what I still need to learn… but nauseating nonetheless!

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6)  OUR TRIP TO LA!

So much to say about this trip as well!  I’ll be sharing these travel blogs as well very soon! We drove along the coast and it rained nonstop… Despite it all, we had a really great time!

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It was all sunshine when we got to Los Angeles… 

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We went to our friends’ Halloween party…

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Walked around Grand Central Market…   πŸ™‚

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7) I LAUNCHED MANDICROCKER!

My little outlet where I get to create lots of fun content, share my experiences and projects… It’s a lot of fun.  A LOT OF WORK.  But I have my fingers crossed that this opens up the doors for it to be a paid gig, or even more, opens doors to be able to travel and shoot.  I would love the inspiration/human interest part of this website to become its own thing maybe?  Who knows!   I love doing it all but I think experiencing a new place through the lens is my favorite form of expression right now. We’ll see!  Again, I’m open to it being whatever it is supposed to… even if it’s just for me!  πŸ™‚ 

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8)  I BECAME A PAID WRITER!

It occurred to me that I also started writing my Mazama column for the Methow Valley News this year! It is such a little baby stipend each month but it technically makes me a paid writer. AND it is totally a stipend that helps! It is a huge challenge to write these every week.  For starters, there’s not too much happening around these parts, I usually have very little time to put into them but the weekly deadline keeps me disciplined.  I also got to do a couple of side articles for our supplications as well!  Click here if you’d like to read one!  

9)  I BECAME A PAID PHOTOGRAPHER!

Every season, we have a Methow Arts Magazine that comes out locally.  I was asked to do the photography for the Fall Season’s artist, Rick Swanson. It was a HUGE learning curve for me.  I was probably asked to do it before I was ready but I think its important to say yes and trust what the universe brings into your life. 

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I also started doing paid portraits, headshots and family photos– another learning curve but a LOT of fun!

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My seester is soooo pretty.  πŸ™‚  πŸ™‚  πŸ™‚

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10)  SISTER TRIP TO SEATTLE!

We are not sisters that typically vacation together. Usually our incomes allow us to merely survive in big cities, let alone have anything extra, but this year we made it happen.  

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It was a bit of a whirlwind… But when the Sisters Three are together, all is as it should be. 

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SO A LOT OF AWESOME SHIT, RIGHT????  And these are all big events!  That doesn’t even begin to cover other little things that happened.  My friend Glen came to visit us, etc.  That’ll learn me!  

Anyway, I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year’s Eve and heads into 2017 with full hearts and big dreams.  Anything and everything is possible.  I’m going to do my best to remember how great 2017 is while I’m living in it this time!  πŸ˜‰

Mandi

 

What’s to Come…

I can’t tell you how excited I am to finally be launching MandiCrocker. It’s been half a year in the making and an idea that has been marinating for quite some time! I started this site because it was the one place where all of my loves could come together: food, photography, travel and inspiration. Even more so, it is a place where I could build an online community of dreamers and creatives.

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As an artist, it is important to me to create something that means something and with all the crazy that can, and is, going on in the world, I wanted to dedicate a good chunk of my life and energy to something positive. I believe that the world and its people are ultimately loving and good, and that living an authentic life, true to you, is one of the bravest things you can do. I believe that we should fearlessly create, not just for a successful or monetary outcome, but for the joy of creating itself! It can be a healthy outlet that brings us joy in the mundane or it can be a challenge that stretches us and makes us think. I find that our lives and the world around us always benefit.

 

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While MandiCrocker is named after yours truly and I’ll be posting my adventures and culinary creations, this website is really about the community we create here! Where have you traveled? What are you making? What did you create today? What did these things teach you? Send me an e-mail and submit your poems, art, travels, photography, baked goods, etc. I’ll also be looking for guest bloggers with fascinating stories to tell that I will publish weekly, so please nominate someone that inspires you or have them reach out to me!

 

I am currently in Los Angeles with my honey. We drove down the coast of California to end up at a friend’s epic Halloween party. When I come home, I’ll be sure to share my adventures with you! In the meantime, please introduce yourself in the comments below and let’s begin to play!! πŸ™‚

 

Much love,

Mandi

 
 

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