Queen Anne’s lace will always make me think of Pennsylvania in the summer. I don’t know where we were, but I was around twelvish, visiting my grandmother and a forest path was flanked by two huge fields of it.
The delicate blooms pointed upward towards the sky, almost as if they were creating a huge umbrella for the miniature world that they shaded below. I loved to lay in it, trying to use them as a canopy – as if I was an elf myself. (and I wasn’t, I mean a growth spurt had hit and I was the tallest girl in my glass…but I digress)
They are so delicate, so much fun to photograph, and one stem is a bouquet all of it’s own. These are truly a favorite of mine. I’ve not seen them but once in a store that you could buy them here. I wish I could have them at my own wedding one day. They are so feminine and delicate and wirily perfect.
Queen Anne’s lace will forever remind me of field hockey. Growing up, I would spend the end of each summer practicing with our school’s field hockey team for the coming season. After finishing a set of sprints, we would each collapse into the grass and await further running punishment. While everyone else was drinking water, I would pick Queen Anne’s lace out of the field and tie them into tiny bouquets to leave on the ground. I should have realized then that my future had more to do with flowers and less to do with competitive sports, but those moments were always some of my favorite. Now, whenever I see Queen Anne’s lace in a field or on the side of the road, I’m tempted to stop and make a tiny bouquet.
Vulnerable: exposing weakness to gain strength.
I graduated in the spring of 1997.
That was a pretty big day for me. Considering that for “back then” we had a lot of drop outs. One of the first school shootings. The start of the “trend” of teenage pregnancy. I mean, I wasn’t from the ghetto, but it was still “shocking” rather than “oops, made a mistake” back then.
I didn’t love high school. I loved the friends I made from it. The ones who I’m still friends with today. I wasn’t a cool kid. I wasn’t a complete and utter cast off either. I was some sort of odd in the middle person. I do claim the title of geek. I always will.
I was on drill team, most of my friends were in the band. After football games we’d go out to Denny’s. Wearing my bf’s letterman jacket, eating seasoned curly fries with barbecue sauce (cue my ulcer at 35 screaming at 17 year-old-me) and laugh at whatever shenanigan’s happened that evening. We were so cool back then – thick eyeliner, homecoming mums, blaring music out of the sides of my Dad’s 1978 jeep that I coveted to drive to school.
The heat of summer dance practice. The crazy 90s grunge and floral wear with denim vests. Saved by the Bell. Nirvana. The cool band guy with the brown Galaxy and my best friend K trading notes between classes. We had the whole world at our feet.
When I hit college, I was prepared to become the me I thought I would always become. Crossing the stage at high school graduation was that first step. Now that it’s nearly half my life ago, how much I wish I could have told myself how many times over I would re-invent through college, after college and so on.
I am so happy I did what I did when I did it back then. I’m glad I made all the good and bad choices. Otherwise I wouldn’t be the me I am today.
I am blessed every day to come to work and get paid for doing what I love. Even on the days that traffic sucks, the coffee is cold and has grounds in it and someone is rude, it’s still a great place to work.
Over the past two years, I’ve really grown my career and made a personal effort to get into “the oilfield business” rather than just participate in my day to day. This year, I was nominated to be a part of the inaugural program for the API’s CERAWeek. This blog highlighted that.
Lesley Ann Hadella, marketing manager: What’s making me stay is the family, the people who are in oil and gas. … The amount of networking and the ability to succeed is endless in oil and gas.
I did my first 5k a few weeks back. I wasn’t feeling crazy up to it. But that morning, I drove out, determined to finish it at least. I just got my results yesterday, in my age category I was 7 out of 16. Not too shabby.
I kept my pace at 11:40, which is beating my usual 12 minutes by 20 seconds. I know you can do the math, but I did it for you. Math > Running. So there, let me have my moment.
Sadly though. I’ve not run since then. Sir LAA got back with the flu. And then I got the flu. And then I sold a house. And then we went and saw one of our best good friends run her first half IronMan (inspiring!) and then, well, then, we’re at today.
It’s not been good for my running routine this “semester”. I don’t know if run club’s hours really work for me. 430 AM may be tooooo early , and 7PM is way too late for someone who’s nearing pass out by then. Is there a way to do it all? Who knows. Perhaps when Sir LAA is on summer break I can run right after work with him. Our own run club.
That said, the 5k machine is back at it again. In two weeks (I think) we’ll be doing our first 5K together, and then in May, there will be a 5K supporting my childhood school district’s afterschool program. So there, I’m running…just not as far as I want to yet.
This year marks a pretty cool first for Sir LAA and I. Hosting our first holiday at our house. Easter.
Easter’s not a “huge thing” for either of us compared to Thanksgiving and Christmas. I like Easter, every year I love seeing the stores “bloom” in pastel colored décor and restaurants turning out lighter, greener fare. Farmer’s markets pop up with the prettiest of veggies and Easter dinner is a place that I can play with traditions a little more than the usual stand by’s that the fall and winter holidays hold.
I just had this come across my desk today. and I know I’ve seen this or something similar before, but being Polish, my heart strings tug a bit when I think I can wrap some of my personal history into a meal. While my menu has already been played with in my head as to what we’re serving…I kinda sorta want to add this as a “at least try a spoonful” since it seems to be easily made and is traditional….your thoughts?
The recipe for this Polish Easter soup calls for fresh horseradish, but it works just as well with the prepared version.
Confidence: giving strength to support yourself