Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from 2014

of Christmas and New Years Eve - here's to the next chapter

Zae likes our new quilt "Just because something needs to be said, doesn't necessarily mean that it needs to be heard." Trilli was very tuckered out after all the Christmas excitement (also, new couch cover for Christmas) Christmas was wonderful but also very challenging, and I wrote about it but I'm not sure that it needs to be shared. There are words running through my veins that need to spill out, but I am so hesitant to share too much information.. too much truth about my self, my past, my scars. At the same time, there's so much past inside my present ( feist ). Perhaps another day. plant explosion There was delicious food. Gifts. Family. Friends. It was truly a lovely day, until my grandmother's blood pressure dropped causing her to drift in and out of consciousness. Many tears were shed and while my mom and big sis went to the hospital with her the rest of us (my little sister, the guys, and my nieces and nephew) hugged and shared

I'm dreaming of a different kind of Christmas.

heirloom ballerina ornament - my very favorite Christmas is just a few days away!  It's always a stressful time of year,  but this year has been a real struggle for me.  Jonathan and me are both in the middle of changing jobs, which comes with it's own set of challenges trying not to get behind financially. We are doing okay, but there was no extra money to spend on gifts, and while our families are loving and supportive and insist that it's fine- it is very hard not to feel guilty when listening to the lists of everything they have bought. Society has made the holiday so materialized; tainted it with piles of stuff and wishlists and somehow the love of family and friends and being grateful for what we already have gets lost in the chaos. I see it most in kids, spoiled to the point of being upset because they were given the wrong version of a toy, the wrong barbie, the wrong game system, and throw a tantrum despite the Mount Everest size pile of expensiv

the healing power of puppies

I have been fascinated with therapy dogs for awhile now,  reading articles about dogs comforting the sick, elderly, confused.  Dogs have an amazing connection with humans,  an ability to communicate in a different way, on a different level.  Last night our friend, Zack, came over and Trilli  must have been able to tell that he didn't feel very well. She doesn't usually lay on people she isn't really close to,  but she crawled right over him and rested her head on his leg.  He said that he had felt like someone was sitting on his chest - not referring to the (too-big-to-be) lap dog.  After petting her for several minutes,  while she was sitting still and sweet,  he said he was feeling so much better.  I just love dogs. Until next time, Angela Kelly

a new routine: ballet workout

I have been loving that my new schedule allows me so much more time in the mornings,  I have been taking Trilli for long walks (which she is loving)  and today I started scoping the internet for a new workout to try,  when I stumbled upon this ballerina style workout  that was designed for Victoria Secret models.  It's only ten minutes long, which means no excuses about not having time to work out, and it kicked my butt! I love the ballet style moves, and the fast pace.  Check it out here: Victoria Secret Model Ballet Workout Until next time, Angela Kelly

restaurant life: the backwards state of things

Thanksgiving Dinner completely unrelated to the rest of this post. The backwards state of things. Today, it has been two weeks since I walked out of my job. While I am stressing out about the pay cut I took and how in the world I am going to make ends meet now, I was just given another reason to breathe deeply, and feel confident in the decision I made. I mentioned in my post last week that the company I was working for constantly fails to promote and reward the employees who show initiative. I'm not sure if I told you about the people they did move up...  There was another server in the store when I started, I'm going to call him "Adam". On several occasions I would be cooking while he was taking care of customers, and it drove me insane. If you've ever worked in a restaurant you are already familiar with his type; lazy, discourteous, only doing the bare minimum amount of work possible. Regular customers frequently complained to me when he

being thankful

It is the day before Thanksgiving and there is snow outside! I am not the biggest fan of winter, but we had the day off and it is the perfect excuse to relax, stay warm in pajamas, and work on fun projects. I have been working on a new logo design to accompany our tinctures and teas, which are ready for packaging, and thinking about how much things have changed recently.  In the last three years we have jumped head first into the farming world with an eight month internship, started our own farm journey, learned to build cob houses, relocated into town, refocused our efforts into herbal medicines, planned two weddings and gotten engaged! I am happier now that I have been in my entire life, and I have so much to be thankful for! Thankful for my parents for giving us the opportunity to follow our dreams. Thankful for Jonathan's mother, Penny, for always supporting us- above and beyond. Thankful for my sister, Amy, because I couldn't make it without her.

restaurant life: my breaking point

When you work in the service industry, every day can be a challenge. Now that I have started a new job at the cutest little mom and pop place, Chip and Jo's Restaurant, it is becoming clear each day how much I have been taken advantage of by my last employer. One of the most frustrating challenges I faced was working with a ladder of management and paperwork. I completed tons of computer training and learned the finer tasks of restaurant management. Jonathan and I started coming in to open the store each day, because the shift manager at the time ("Rita") was slowly slipping, coming in later and calling out frequently.  Fast forward one year. The store has changed general managers three times, with the most recent one quitting after eight days in charge. There is no assistant manager, no general manager, and only two shift managers. Jonathan and I have been opening the store five days a week. Rita has become incredibly lazy and unreliable, arriving up to an

this one's for my crew.

Here's to a new chapter, a new job, new theme, new everything! Last weekend we went to see our favorite local band, Jackal Tickets , play their first show in months. The bar was crowded, the air thick with smoke, and the music loud. It was such an amazing surprise to hear that they wrote a song for us! They have started calling us "The Luna Acres Crew" after my series on local music back in the spring. It is an honor for us, though I feel a little bad for my sister and bestie, since they were thrown in under our name. I wanted to change up the page in honor of all the new changes in our life (including my new job as of this week!) and if you check out the sidebar you'll see that I have them included, because they will be in lots of posts on here! They are my best friends, and we are lucky to have a group so amazing! So this is for you guys- Amy, Savannah, Justin, Deacon, and of course Jonathan. The Luna Acres Crew. I hope I can make all of you a bigger part

Justin and Savannah's Wedding - The Reception

The ceremony was simple and sweet, and the reception was the perfect party. A band on the porch, delicious food and drinks, cake and dancing. It was an epic night for everyone involved.   Until next time, Angela Kelly

Justin and Savannah's Wedding - The Ceremony

Back in June two of our best friends got married, and it was just beautiful. There was a rollercoaster of setbacks, emergencies, and last minute disasters, but it was perfect in the end, and all they hoped for. I'm so grateful to be a part of it,and to have these two amazing people in my life. I love you Justin and Savannah!                                                 Best wishes to our best friends. Until next time, Angela Kelly