Saturday, December 25, 2010

A Very Steward Christmas

(Working title: Stuck at an airport on Christmas Eve with nothing to do.)

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And Mark’s flight was late
Already a long day,
It was scheduled for eight.

We climbed in the Rav
Which was packed up with care
In hopes that the snow
Wouldn’t keep us from there.

The flakes were falling
And covered the trees
The setting was perfect
For sleds and for skis.

And Mom in her sweater
And Dad in his cap
I settled down in the backseat
For a two-hour nap.

When down in my tummy
Arose such a clatter,
My dad turned around
And asked what was the matter?

My stomach, I said,
And gave it a rub
Ok, said my dad,
Let’s stop for some grub.

When what, to our wondering eyes should appear
But a black SUV, with no lights in the rear!

My dad’s a good driver
So lively and quick
He avoided a crash,
Even though it was slick.

He whistled and honked and called them a name
Turn on your lights! Watch where you’re going! We could have been killed!
Imagine if that had happened
Before our tummies were filled!

At that very moment
We looked to the sky
And noticed the snow
Had now passed us by.

So up to the truck stop
To Wendy’s we went
In true Steward fashion,
Eight dollars we spent.

Back on the road
We flew down the interstate
To meet Mark at the airport,
We couldn’t be late.

And then, in an instant
We saw KCI.
We parked for twelve dollars
And went on inside.

Not a vendor was open
Though the terminal we scoured
So we found a big lounge
And sat for two hours.

We waited and waited
And waited some more
When suddenly he appeared –
We were at the wrong door!

He was dressed in all blue
In a sweater and jeans
We raced down to greet him
Oh what a scene!

A bundle of clothes
He had slung on his back
His suitcase he rolled
We wouldn’t need the luggage rack.
His eyes, how they twinkled,
His dimples so merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
His nose like a cherry!

He was cheerful and smiling
A right jolly young elf
I laughed when I saw him
In spite of myself.

With one sweep of his arm
He hugged me so cozy
The rest of the passengers
Looked at us, nosy.

We sprang to the car
To Jeff City! We cried.
We didn’t make it home by
Though steadfastly we tried.

Per family tradition
We each opened one gift
An ornament for me, coffee beans for him
‘Tis the season, our spirits did lift.

Our family together
An occasion so dear
But wait just a second
Doug is not here!

Our eyelids so heavy
The night was still creeping
We’ll call him in the morning
He’s probably sleeping.

We pulled in my driveway
And they drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

If you can't be with the one you love, love yourself.

It's been a bittersweet few weeks. I've made some adjustments in my life (specifically to my Facebook settings) to hopefully prevent the almost weekly cry-my-eyes-out session I'd been experiencing. It has helped, and I have been strong about it, but it's also left me feeling pretty depleted. Rejection, letting go, accepting the end ... these are not things I do well.

However, there's also been some really good. Bible study is continuing to change my heart. I've been celebrating babies and friends and making progress at work. I can't say I've specifically done anything on my independence list, but I've been getting better at relying on God to love me and take me where I'm supposed to be. Again, I'm seeing that this is the path to happiness - not through any other person. I'm making my own happiness.

So, because this week I'm loving myself, it's time to celebrate Things I Can Do:
- Fly across the country
- Bake brownies from scratch
- Buy a car
- Try a new church by myself
- Decorate an apartment
- Take a picture of myself (thus the profile photo)
- Sing the states alphabetically
- Build an online fundraiser on our website (believe me, this is huge)
- Throw a baby shower
- Balance my checkbook
- Go to the gym alone
- Climb a (small) cliff
- Plan and run a ceremony for 4,000 people
- Drive for four hours (probably longer, but I haven't tried)
- Join a sorority - this was way outside my comfort zone at the time
- Jump in freezing water in the middle of February
- Ask for a table for one at a restaurant
- Score a lease on an amazing apartment

Finally, I'll close out this post with a lyric from "Heart of Life" by John Mayer. I am not a huge fan of his personally, but these words really hit home:
Pain throws your heart to the ground
Love turns the whole thing around
No, it wont all go the way it should
But I know the heart of life is good
And an extra shout-out to my circle of friends for defending the silver lining. :)

Monday, November 22, 2010

I'm just going to let Coldplay do the writing for me today

Coldplay, "Fix You"

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Time for some happy

First of all, I have to thank everyone who sent me an encouraging note after my last post. I needed those, and they help more than I can describe. I am so blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life.

Since my last entry was a downer, I decided it's time to compile:

Things That Always Make Me Happy
  • Puppies
  • Babies, especially Audrey, Emery and Adalie
  • My living room
  • My ringtone
  • The color green, and ...
  • Eco-friendly, recycle-y things
  • My silver Lia Sophia hoop earrings, because they dress up any outfit
  • Stone Hill Concord red wine
  • My new car
  • Kelle Hampton's blog
  • New episodes of Mad Men and Glee
  • Watching Special Olympics athletes compete
  • My brothers
  • Guacamole
  • Jimmy Fallon's Dance Your Hat and Gloves Off game
  • Snail mail
  • Cartoon monkeys
  • Trips to Pier 1 and/or NY&Co.
  • Catching my parents holding hands
  • Decorating for fall
  • This commercial (you may find it obnoxious, but I giggle every time)
  • On that note, any commercial that is especially clever or silly or features really pretty music
  • Monday night Bible study
  • Mizzou BFF
  • Blankets
  • Losing myself in a new book
  • Muppets/Sesame Street revivals
  • Seeing something I've created in final form (usually this is printed pieces at work)
  • Finding new songs and artists on my Pandora station
  • Getting a new album of photos printed
  • Stories of acceptance and inclusion
  • Tastefully Simple's Oh My! Chai
So there. A long, but still incomplete list of things I can go to the next time I'm feeling down. Just in time for Thanksgiving, I'm hoping to count my blessings more often and spend time with the things that make me happy. As I heard recently, happiness is external; joy is internal. If I can manage to bring more happy around, surely I'll be more joyful.

What makes you happy?

Monday, November 8, 2010

Harvesting pain

My intentions with this blog were to write positive, happy things to encourage myself. But I'm realizing that you can't get to the happy stuff without pain. So today, I'll attempt to write about pain.

God must really think I'm strong. I'm not going to question Him, but I'm sure hoping all this pain is going to pay off soon. It HURTS. At times, it feels like I really can't handle any more. I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to go to work. I don't want to see or talk to anyone, but at the same time, I want to scream to the world for help. Throughout most of the past year and a half, I think I've done a decent job of holding myself together and pushing forward. Maybe too decent a job, because sometimes I'm not sure if people realize how much I'm hurting. I'm not asking for everyone's sympathy, but a little break here and there might help. To feel sorry for myself for just a second, I really don't think I've asked for much leniency compared to some others I know who have recently gone through a divorce.

I started going to a Bible study with my friend Ashley a couple of months ago, and I cannot thank her enough for inviting me. Lately, it seems like that is the biggest 1.5 hours of my week; the only time I really feel centered and like I have some grasp of what's going on in my life. The greatest moment of clarity came in a discussion with one of the leaders. She said, "Even with my husband and my son right in front of me, I'm not satisfied." That sounds really simple, but it was huge for me. I've spent almost my whole life trying to fill my heart with earthly relationships, when the one thing I really need is God. Jen made me realize that He's the only thing that will ever truly satisfy me.

It helps having a focus that's bigger than just what's going on in my personal life. I can feel myself changing, becoming more peaceful and less worrisome. I'm much less irritable (especially at work), and most of the rest of my life seems to be falling into place. I know this is God at work.

Everyone always says we learn from our mistakes. One of my favorite quotes lately is a Brett Dennen lyric: "Failure keeps you humble / And leads us closer to peace." (I'm pretty obsessed with Brett Dennen right now and highly recommend checking him out. I wouldn't call him a Christian artist, but he is quite insightful.) I truly think I'm starting to understand the purpose behind everything in the past year and a half, but I'm having trouble figuring out where to go from here. I'm making God the center of my life in a way I've never been able to reach before. I'm turning to Him every time I stumble or feel hopeless. I'm doing my best to turn my life over and stop trying to control the outcome.

I feel like the life I once had and any chance to restore it are slipping away. At the same time, I'm feeling more and more convinced that I have more work to do to correct my past mistakes before I'll ever be able to move forward - no matter what direction. The only problem is, although he says we're still "friends," I don't think I can even convince him to talk to me. I feel like everything had to happen the way it did to get me to this point, but I can't quite grasp why my ex and I couldn't have met in the middle before completely swapping positions. And if I'm truly giving my fears and problems to God, I don't know if I'm supposed to fight to get him to listen to me, or just continue to pray and wait quietly.

So I guess right now I'm just struggling with how to deal with my pain. Jen suggested I see a counselor at the church, and I think I'm going to take that advice. It's exhausting to start the whole story all over again, but it's more exhausting to live on the verge of a panic attack.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

I can buy four cars if I want.

Not that high up on my list of things I wanted to do on my own, but very high on my list of things that would make me feel independent was to buy a new car. I've been looking at Honda CR-Vs all summer, and two weeks ago, I decided to chat with a couple of dealers to figure out exactly what this would cost me. You know, so I could build up my savings a bit more and maybe buy a new laptop or furniture before I went ahead with the big purchase. Lesson No. 1: If you go in to talk to the dealers, you're most likely going to leave with a car.

I went by a dealership in Columbia first because I know a guy who works there. Luckily, as I pulled in, I spotted him on the lot immediately. He showed me a couple of 2010 models that were "green-tagged," which I guess means listed below invoice. They were everything I hoped they'd be from the research I had been doing. The manager took my car for a drive to come up with a trade-in value and came back $2000 less than I hoped. Ouch. After a little back-and-forth, we determined that I could basically get into any 2010 on the lot for about the same price, which would mean I wouldn't have to settle for one of the green-tagged ones, which were both black. Good news.

Then the finance guy ran my credit, and this is where the game totally changed. Both he and the manager both came over to personally shake my hand. "Mandi can buy four cars if she wants," said the finance guy. "We never see credit scores like that." Lesson No. 2: There are few things in life that will earn you as much respect as building your credit score.

Since this was the first time I'd even test driven the vehicle, and I had a laptop and some furniture to buy before I'd really be ready to move forward with the transaction, I thanked everyone and drove home for the night.

The next day I told the whole thing to my parents. My dad, an expert car buyer who has taught me everything I know, suggested I check out the Honda place in town. It has just been taken over by a new company and the newspaper story said they're focusing on volume, not profit-per-car. So we drove over and checked out their lot: almost all 2011s, which the other dealer didn't think had come out yet. And they were only about $1000 more expensive. Wow.

My lunch break that Tuesday was supposed to be for getting registered to vote and signing up at the library, two things I had been putting off since officially moving back here. I took care of them both and still had 40 minutes left, so I ran back to the dealership. A saleslady came up to me and I showed her the one I liked best, a brown 2011. I took it for a drive and loved it. I wanted to see what they'd give me for my car in comparison to the other dealer, so she ran down a checklist of questions. Then her manager suggested I drive the CR-V back to my office so they could give my car a thorough evaluation, and I could pick it back up after work. Lesson No. 3: If you fall for this, you will never pick your car back up, because you'll grow attached to the new vehicle at such an exponential rate that you'll pretty much refuse to drive anything else home.

I went back to the dealer after work armed with all the numbers and facts I needed to make a firm offer. The manager looked like he was about to laugh when I told him how much I wanted for my car, then saved himself when he saw that I was serious and had done research. He rambled for a bit about my speakers, which were going out, and the fact that Pontiacs are going downhill quickly since they're no longer being produced, etc, etc, until I interrupted him and told him that I'm more interested in the final number than my monthly payment or the breakdown of new car minus trade-in. I'm pretty sure that also got his attention, because we got down to business real fast. Lesson No. 4: Go in with a number, and don't let them distract you from it.

He came back with a number that was $700 higher than I wanted (but only $100 higher than the highest I was willing to go). I told him it was too high. He asked what he could do to make the deal, and I told him he could throw in the trunk shelf, which only comes standard in the high-end model. He actually did laugh this time and informed me that those cost $380. I really wasn't willing to budge, though, because that's a safety thing for me - I don't want to tempt people to break into my car because they can see everything in the trunk. Plus, I knew I could get a 2010 with the shelf for no extra cost at the other dealer. I mentioned this, but left out that it was an earlier year. He told me to quit using the F-word (the other dealer's name starts with F). Lesson No. 5: Don't be in a rush; you have other options.

He came down a couple hundred and offered to throw in the $99 closing fee. I hesitated for a long time. Then he practically begged me to tell him how he could close this deal. Again, I told him the trunk shelf. He offered to split the cost of it with me. I offered to pay $150 (I honestly think I confused him a little and he didn't catch that that was less than half). He said okay. I hesitated again, this time even longer. I thought about it and realized they were basically giving me everything I'd asked for. I was getting the shelf included for less than his original offer, which he said was not high enough to include the shelf. And I'll admit, I was pretty much already thinking of it as my car and didn't want to drive home in my G6. I shook his hand and repeated the number he had given me.

He let out a long breath, and the saleslady clapped and cheered. Then he loosened his tie and said he was going to go outside so he could get some air. "How many cars have you bought?" I told him this was my second purchase. His eyes got huge. "Do you want to work here?!" I laughed and told him no, while my dad has taught me a lot about this, I do not want to do this every day. Lesson No. 6: Make. Them. Sweat.

I know he wasn't just pumping my ego, because another guy from the dealership also complimented me, and then the finance guy, who hadn't even been around, told me I really knew what I was doing. Which wasn't entirely true at all, because I still got stuck with a $199 anti-theft fee, even though the manager had told me the price we shook on included all fees. Lesson No. 7: There are ALWAYS hidden fees!

I'm still riding the high of negotiating this deal on my own, and I've already taken my new ride on a couple of short trips. I love it, and even more, I love that I did it on my own.

Oh - one lesson I left out: Take your teenagers with you when you buy cars. While I always loved the idea of new cars, riding in them, smelling them -- sitting in with my dad in the managers' offices while he negotiated deals has proven to be one of the best skills he has taught me.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

It's amazing how much can change in a year.

Just over a year ago, I lived at Lake of the Ozarks and commuted to work every day. I had a husband who loved me, and who told my mom he'd wait for me for ten years if that's what it took. I had two puppies who gave me constant love and affection. My oldest brother had never had an aneurysm. I had a heart that was empty and hurting, and that I couldn't seem to understand. All I wanted to do was run.

Today, I sit at my computer desk in a cold, empty room alone, contemplating things I wish I had done differently. My ex-husband and dogs are still at the Lake, but at least I don't commute anymore. My heart is still hurting, but in a totally different way. And it's still empty, but I think I've figured out the One and only thing that can fill it. (On a completely positive note, my oldest brother is now doing fantastic.)

I'm not going to get into the details of my divorce because I still care deeply about my ex, and frankly, if you don't know, it's none of your business. I'll just say we both did a lot of things wrong, and I certainly have some regrets. All the cliches about hindsight being 20/20 are true in my case, but all I can do now is learn and move on.

Since I'm a list person, I decided I needed to have specific goals for moving on and growing. I took a long, hard look at my flaws, specifically those that led to the decline of my marriage. A major theme that kept coming up was my lack of independence and the ability to do things on my own (apologies if you find that sentence redundant).  While this alone didn't do irreparable damage, it fueled some of the bigger things that were going on. This is something I can work on. So I booked a ticket to Spokane and set out on my first solo airplane trip to visit my middle brother.

On the trip back, sitting in the airport in Denver reading The Happiness Project, it suddenly hit me that I should blog about this. Blogging will hold me accountable, and I need to practice writing more anyway. Plus this will force me to do research, where otherwise I would just aimlessly try new things.

I can't promise I'll always stick to the independence theme, and I can't promise that my writing will be beautiful and eloquent, but I'm going to do my best to push myself and to be honest. And I'll try not to wallow in self-pity too often.

It's amazing how much can change in a year. I'm hopeful about where I'll be next October.