The new Fall/Winter Silpada catalog just arrived at my door today (check out the Crystal Cave Ring!), so I thought it would be the perfect time for an online fundraiser. You might know that my marathoner husband Van Kapeghian is raising money once again for the Epilepsy Therapy Project in the months before he runs the Philly Marathon. From now until Thursday, July 31, 15% of all sales will be donated. Please help me (and everyone else affected by seizures) fund the research that we deserve. Use this link to order: http://sild.es/zOJ
Wait… a second blog post in as many days? What’s up?
I left that new job. Say whaaaaaaat?
I liked the folks I was working with, but it just wasn’t a match. The work from home lay of the land wasn’t quite as promised, and the forecast wasn’t good for the company offering benefits which is absolutely vital to my family if I am going to go all-in with a full time opportunity. I could have given it some more time, but I think parting when I did ultimately was better for the company to not get too vested in myself and vice versa. I wish those folks nothing but good stuff.
So, I’m still looking for a great full time position but it really does feel good to be working for myself again. I’m digging in to make furiousBall Media a viable place for myself. I really believe if I can make this work, this is a happy place for me to be. And that’s what we’re after in this life, right?
My son recently turned 13 and those teenage issues and drama have suddenly come crashing upon the shore seemingly overnight. He is a good kid, but like his Dad, can be very moody and sensitive. The drama has been relatively minor, but this transition has been tough. Especially for a moody, sensitive Dad. We had a good talk last week (after I got some seriously great advice from friends with teenage kids). I get to worry about the basics (he’s not on fire, he’s fed, he’s clean, etc.), and I stay off his case as long as he is respectful.
After a week of off and on radio silence with my buddy, we had a great night where we were playing YouTube videos for each other on the TV together. And I got to introduce him to some fine metal courtesy of Mastodon.
We both play Clash of Clans, and one Saturday morning while he was staying at his mother’s, he and I were texting about attack strategies for a couple of hours.
I know it’s only metal and barbarians, but talking is good.
A few days ago, I became aware of just about the worst thing I’ve ever heard of that happened to an old friend and his family. I was lucky enough to catch him online, and let him know I was thinking of him and his family. Almost immediately after my buddy signed off, I got the following texts from my little daughter, Vivienne (she’s texting from my mother’s phone, hence the SMS signature)…
I am constantly humbled by the love in my life. Be sure to be good to the people in your life today.