Family Traditions

Family Traditions

 

One of the things that I look forward to when it comes to the Holiday Seasons are the family traditions!

Here are a few of the A Family’s Awesome Framily Traditions:

Every year my father in law turns his living room into a gigantic Christmas Village. There are hundreds (I dare even say thousands) of little people and buildings all aglow this time of year in his house. He creates it like the landscape that is Connectcut; winding hilly roads and trees. I tried to get a decent picture of the village when we visited this weekend but it had only partially been set up, and with the lack of lighting and or tripod to accomodate the lack of lighting, most of my pictures didn’t come out.. Bummer :/

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My children of course have fallen in love with seeing the magical village each year. So much so that my son begged that we start our own village.

A few wayward free spirited people decided to debark from their native lands of Walmart and settle down in the A family frontier. They don’t have much; just a train station and antique shop, but they have love and a lot of Santas.

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My son decided to make his own snow (ie the devil in styrofoam form.. that crap is EVERYWHERE)

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Another tradition we have is cookie making! We always make cookies by scratch for Santa each year on Christmas Eve. This year we had what is possibly my work’s very last Christmas Party. To honor this we made our super special cookies:

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Speaking of work and holiday traditions, there’s one I absolutely can’t stand!

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When I was young and dumb and wanting to contribute a piece of Faithie into the hotel holiday spirit, I accepted the responsibility of stitching the names of employees onto stockings. But what I really did was add a big load of pain to my already big Christmas to-do lists. Stitching the names on is ok, but I use waste canvass to make sure my stitching is neat. That stuff is a pain in the butt to get off. I’ve learned a few tricks, as we all do when we do something consistently.. but I forever find the waste stuff around for weeks:

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Every year becomes a reminder of who has come and gone at the hotel. When I open the box filled with employees past and present I get a little sad and nostalgic. Then I get a little angry because those people were placed with people who didn’t have the same name…. whhhhhyyyy!

Another tradition that always starts out seemingly fun but usually devolves into a chaotic stress endemic is my yearly homemade Christmas Cards .

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I had no time to breathe or sleep let alone stitch cards.. so this tradition was put on the back burner this year… :(

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What are some of your family traditions?

If Only Godzillas Did Dishes

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A good few of my readers followed me this summer where I faithfully endured handwashing the dishes until my husband returned from sea. The dishwasher had broken,and the part my husband had ordered didn’t arrive until he was long gone… I COULD have paid someone to install the part but I knew how manly it made my husband feel to be able to fix things around the house. He already feels like crap because chaos inevivabtly happens when he’s away. We’ve had a myriad of leaks, broken lawnmowers, acts of nature (hurricanes/blizzards).. All he can do is sympathize through email and let’s face it… that doesn’t help me solder a leak much. To remind him that he is valued and I truly to appreciate the effort he makes when he’s home, I decided to leave the dishwasher in need of repair until he was able to come home and complete the job.

Two long months….

I obviously had a lot on my plate.. (hahah get it?) and dishes were the least of my concerns: Ailing parents, summer chaos, writing papers about whether I exist or don’t.. (do the dishes actually exist?) I’m surprised I didn’t fall apart…

I’d like to thank the never ending pile of dishes for keeping me sane…  seriously….

Doing dishes became my time to control the choas I found myself in. With some hard work, time, and the computer propped up beside me to watch sappy reality shows (don’t judge me), I was able to break away from it all and focus on a task that has the ability to be accomplished. To be controlled if I’m being honest.

This may be because I was in fact studying philosophy, but I saw that the kitchen sink was a great metaphor for my happiness. It wasn’t just me that was throwing dirty dishes into this sink. It was my children and mother too. And I didn’t see any of them taking two seconds to rinse them; let alone wash them. This task was purely my own.

In the grand scheme of things, isn’t that the way happiness comes about in life too? Life is constantly throwing things your way that can ruin your clean sink of happiness. Some of that misery is self inflicted. Some is caused by those you love. At the end of the day, however, only you can decide to let the misery pile up. I chose not to. I didn’t seek to keep that sink sparkling clean but instead just did what I could and enjoyed the process.

That mess is never going to be completely gone. I can wash and put away EVERY SINGLE DISH. Seriously grab a camera and take a picture, because that empty sink almost never lasts. So long as I and my family have healthy bodies that requires nourishment, and we are blessed to have food to nourish it.. dishes will continue to pile up.

I can choose to be overwhelmed and feel hopeless and want to quit.. or I can accept that this is the way it is and find a way to make the situation enjoyable.

I chose to acknowledge that happiness is a state of mind that is caught in the process of cleaning those dishes not in obtaining the empty sink… (although to be fair when I see my sink completely clean I do feel pretty awesome) And even though my dishwasher has been functional for awhile I find myself washing a few things by hand to remind myself of this process when I’m feeling low. To dare I say even be thankful

Oh.. and after those two months washing my dishes my hand..it took my husband a whole FIVE MINUTES to fix my dishwasher…. Go figure right?

17 simple ways to be more productive

Originally posted on Flux and Flow:

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Hey guys, happy humpday Wednesday! Today I really wanted to share a few helpful tips to help you power through the rest of the work week. We all need a little push now and again, and this list from Scott Habit are really helpful!

#1. Drink a Large Glass of Water
Even mild dehydration can cause headaches and fatigue, affect your concentration, impair short-term memory and impede mental function. If you want to be at your most productive , it’s important for your brain to be firing on all cylinders. Therefore, you should make sure you are sufficiently hydrated before starting work.

#2. Schedule Your Day and Prioritize Your Tasks
Without at least a basic schedule, it’s frighteningly easy to get to the end of the day and realize you’ve achieved nothing of importance. At the very least, you should make a list of the tasks you want to accomplish…

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Godzilla Eats Other Photo Entries for Breakfast

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Did I ever share that I took a Digital Photography Course? I think may have touched on it when I discussed choosing my plan of study…

One thing that gets asked to me often: “So if you’re in Digital Photography… where are all your photos at?”

I thought about that question as I stared at my laptop screen during my last class. My final project for digital photography had been turned in and I was just killing time (wasting it sounds more like it) while the rest of my classmates continued to work.

My professor does an end of a year photography contest for his students. We all vote on the best and those who win get some photography prizes… I had no intention of enterting the contest but he insisted because I had time to kill…

I looked at all my portfolios for the week….

And I got sad..

As the weeks flew by in the matter of folders… I saw that my love for photography, my love for my OWN photography, degraded.

This class made me dislike my own work.. HATE even.

So much so that I have rarely shared any of my photography that I have taken for the class. I told my proffessor that I had previously had no intention of submitting anything for this contest. Enter Professor boosting the ego moment by saying “but you’ve submitted a lot of GREAT photos.” why wouldn’t want to submit one?

I looked at the last semester’s set of entries that he’s had posted on the wall for some time. The majority were outdoors photos that by right were beautiful. But they certainly weren’t me. I want a photo that best reflects me as a photographer. Not just my technical skill with the camera but has a message I want to share with the world…

I hated this class in a way that I have hated no other.. Every other one has felt like I was growing and progressing… this one always felt I was skating by just trying to pass… And it’s art.. who doesn’t love art?!

My photos are largely clinical and forced I guess. A reflection of just wanting to get throguh this class..

The above Godzilla pic was taken back in the second week of this course. Not the best of my work by far… but it reminds me the most of myself. Not perfect, but full of untapped potential.

One of my goals for myself is to  take the basic tools that I was taught and use them to take photos I actually like…To make this course count for something more than just my art elective.

Gone, But Not forgotten.

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These lilies make me fall in love with my home all over again every year <3 They were planted by the previous owner and I am thankful that they did so.  I wonder sometimes if they loved them as much as I do.

If not.. their loss ….

I posted about my love for these lillies previous HERE 

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Gone, But Not Forgotten.”

Faithie Advisory Is In Effect

I had no idea that someone had made a gif of me yesterday!

Finals will do that to you.. It feels like college life is gravy: progress is being made.. There’s always something going on, yet everything has a way of working out in the end.. somehow…

Then BAM out of nowhere pressure just builds up. So much is going on (including the home front) it’s no longer chaotically working itself out.. How the hell is this ALL going to get done in the short amount of time that feels my life?!

HOW?!!!

No idea! And with no dojo time in sight I have no ability to get out this pentupness of craziness (which is probably adding to the situation…) Plan B has seriously involved me just going into purple minion mode.. shaking and screaming… total grown woman tantrums..

Mostly it’s been when I’m by myself (like when I’m self contained in the car  ) Yesterday though there was a few public outburts…

Hence the Advisory in Effect…

NaBloPoMo

Shame on you Faithie! Did you completely forget about the National Blog Writing Month? You only posted six times this month. That’s roughly once a week… How could you!

Here’s to next year being more conducive to writing!