There’s a new girl on the block and we are calling her Ruby.  Ok, she’s not really a girl.  She’s a car.  I’ve never named my cars before, but this one just begged for a name.

I had been driving “our” Mini Cooper out to my new job.  Really I still see this vehicle as my husband’s car.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love the Mini.  It’s powerful and zippy.  Its cute and stylish.  It has heated seats and a sunroof, more luxurious than my old ’99 Honda that was stolen from in front of our house 3 years ago.  It just hasn’t ever felt like mine.

The issue with the Mini is that it is a 6 speed.  Which is great when you are zipping around the city or on open road.  When you have a bum knee and are commuting in stop and go traffic for 45 minutes, its not so fun.  I set my sights on an automatic.

I had grand plans to buy a new car or a gently used one.  We can afford it and gosh darn it, I deserve one, right?  But what if we went used and paid cash and saved all of that car payment money for a year or so?  Hmmm.

While debating, a car fell from the sky into my lap.  Ok, that would hurt and obviously didn’t happen.  But a text came through from a friend that her employee was selling a 2000 VW Jetta.  For cheap.  Hmmm.

Further research into said Jetta proved to be a great short term option.  Plus then I will have something to trade in for my new car!  The only issue, and please be warned that its a vain one,  is her color.  Baby blue?  No.  Gold?  Uh-uh.  Tornado Red?  Ding, ding, ding! Hence her lovely name, Ruby.  Hello, I am now a cop magnet.

So that is how Ruby came to join our family.  She’s a reliable pleasant ride.  She even boasts heated seats and a sunroof as well as dark tinted windows (so no one can see me driving).  I have my “own” car again, with a large trunk and cupholders and a glove box filled with my stuff.

Last but not least, there is one perk that I had never considered with tinted windows:  the sunrise and sunset reflected in my rear view mirror is always the color Sky Blue Pink 🙂


twilight zone…

You are about to journey into another dimension.   A dimension not only of sight and sound,  but of mind.  A journey into a wondrous land of imagination.  You have entered into the Twilight Zone!

At 5:45am, when I am driving in my “new” car down a highway  I had previously never  heard of, on my way to my new gym to exercise before I go to my new job, in my new suburb, I feel a little like I’ve entered into the Twilight Zone.  Where am I?  How did I get here?  Am I happy?

Everything feels so different.  I am adjusting to an earlier bed time, an earlier wake up call, a different work out schedule, a completely different commute, and a wonderful new position and office.  It really is great, its just so…different.

Change is good, but it can be difficult too.  Its hard to make dinner when I get home an hour later and have been stuck in traffic for said hour.  I can’t motivate to grocery shop after I have worked so hard all day.  I get stuck vegging on the couch instead.  Which is not a bad thing every once in awhile!  Its just…well, different.

And what about all of that personal stuff that I used to get done at my old quiet job?  Now that has to be done during my personal time.  Imagine that!  What a crazy concept.  Work at work and do personal stuff at home.  Oh ya, I remember this from another lifetime.

My new work day flies by though, in a good way.  Sometimes I miss lunch because I’m actually so busy that I forget to take it.  Who am I?  Twilight Zone, I tell ya.  Not that it is helping my weight loss in any way.  Those fun new breakfast meetings and sales dinners are taking care of that no lunch problem.

I am slowly adjusting.  Attempting to get to bed a few minutes earlier really helps.  I’m figuring out how to run errands during my lunch hour and on my way home.  My mornings run much more smoothly if I can pack my gym bag and lunch the night before.  I’ve found myself without necessary undergarments when rushing out the door at 6am…  Thank goodness for my over prepared ways.  That extra change of clothes in the trunk of my car has come in handy more than once this past month!

Change just takes time to adapt to.  Seeing what works and what needs tweaking.  Overall, I am a much happier person.  My work feels more meaningful and balanced.  I feel motivated and appreciated.  One step at a time, things are falling into place.  Now if I could just hire a maid and a cook, I’d be set!  But then it would really feel like the Twilight Zone.

happy blog-iversary…

Happy 1 Year Blog-iversary SkyBluePink!

I just realized that I’ve been at this gig for a whole year now.  I hope I haven’t bored you all to tears.  You are still all out there, right?  Hello?!  Do me a favor and stroke my ego for just a moment. See the little box at the bottom?  The one that says “Leave a Comment”?  I dare you to write in it…

What do you want to hear more about?  Do you need green tips or environmental food for thought?  Any suggestions for topics you want to hear me rant or rave about?  Are relationship discussions too personal for you?  Do you enjoy the large amount of food and recipe posts?  Do you find me snarky and unlikable?  Ok, don’t comment on that 🙂

I’ve had a lot going on in my world these past few months so please accept my apology for not posting weekly.  I’ve accepted a new position at my firm and am getting ready for a major change of lifestyle.  I’ll be reverse commuting and learning the ropes of a different business environment.  The stress of change took its toll on my sleep and my writing.  I’m all better now though and ready to take on the world!

Part of my personal and professional development plan will be a commitment to writing again.  I really enjoy “blogging”, whether I think anyone out there is reading my ramblings or not!  It’s therapeutic to me.  Fingers tinkling on the keyboard,  tapping out words that eventually become cohesive posts (well, most of the time anyways).

So black hole of space that I send my recipes and random thoughts out to, what do you have to say for yourself?!  I look forward to another year of conversations with you!

wedding graduate…

Editor’s Note:  On August 13, I am remembering not only my reception day one year ago, but also the day I met my husband 5 years ago.  To me, August 13 will always be our “true” anniversary.  It is when my life long adventure with Mark started, and then 4 years later, the day we gathered our friends and family to celebrate. 

Wedding “Graduate”, continued from A Very Short Engagement:

So the party planning began. And it was so much easier now that I was already married. It mostly stayed in perspective, especially reading APW daily. We decided we weren’t doing a sit down dinner and what we really wanted was a big cocktail party and dancing.

We decided to spend money on our venue, The Catalyst Ranch, because it was unique and more “party” than “wedding”. It reminded me of Pee Wee’s Playhouse which happens to be one of my all time favorite shows EVER. They had vintage tables, chairs, and couches so no decorating or linens were needed and the sound system was also included.

I collected .50 vases from goodwill to fill with wholesale assorted flowers. We splurged on the vintage photo booth that made real pictures.

I found a 50’s vintage dress in gold satin with a petticoat that made me feel like Ms. Yvonne (see Pee Wee reference). Our friend’s 3 piece jazz band played for the first 2 hours and then we played ipod DJ with some classic Motown and dance tunes.

Part of me still wonders how different it would have been had we just done a “normal wedding”. It almost sounds easier to have a template to follow, although I know that its not! Eloping is a lot harder emotionally than one might think. I felt like maybe I missed out on something that I’ll never get back. We were engaged just before the holidays so no one had time to throw us any engagement parties or bridal showers and there wasn’t a bachelor/bachelorette party (which was actually just fine with both of us!)

At the same time, I can’t imagine having a ceremony in front of everyone. I wouldn’t have had fun. And I probably would have lost my mind planning the reception had I not already done the important part: be married! In the end, I love our elopement story and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I was pleasantly surprised by who made the effort to travel to our party (hello Vancouver BC and Alaska friends!) and truly missed the ones who couldn’t make it. All in all, we had a beautiful representation from both of our lives of family, old friends, and newer relationships we had established together. Its crazy to be immersed into a room full of people that you love. Everywhere you turn, there is one of your favorite people! Everything felt perfect and I didn’t have a care in the world during the party.

Of course it wasn’t perfect, but in the end the little things didn’t really matter and the bigger things were out of our control. Thankfully I didn’t fret over my DIY simple flowers, or the fact that my hair flower piece arrived on the day of the party, or when a song I didn’t plan to have on the playlist took over the ipod. I laughed when my brother in-law accidentally dropped his dessert on the bottom of my dress (apricot sauce blends nicely into gold satin) and when my bra cups kept falling off my sweaty dancing body (note to future dancing brides: invest in a good bra!)

I’m glad that I let it all go and took in all the love and friendship that surrounded me. I just wanted to soak in every moment and really be in it. The best part is that I got to go home with my very best friend and lay in bed and giggle and replay the whole night back to each other until 4am. Let the happily ever after begin!