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BLOG – GIFT DAY 257 :: what team do you root for?

16 Sep

I am still learning where I am in this world. 
Namely, the west coast.

Here are a few new things I have learned since going back WESTWARD.

In two words:  Russell. Wilson.
After I learned more about this west coast household name I made the mistake of saying, “So he’s like the west coast version of Tom Brady?”

Note: It is not considered proper etiquette to compare east coast celebrity quarterbacks to west coast ones. You can thank me later.

The second thing I have learned: Football is like BRUNCH time over here. No 1AM overtime huddles on this side of the country. It starts EARLY… like before noon.

And finally, when it comes to the west coast, there are no New England Patriots games or Red Sox highlights. I did however find a hookup online at ESPN website last week.

We were able to catch the final moments of the real Tom Brady.
You know, the east coast version of Russell Wilson.

One thing is for sure, east or west, it’s football season across the country.

What team do you root for?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{what team do you root for?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 140 :: 30 days of love: finding home

20 May

NOTE: I wrote this blog post today before knowing about the tragic events in Oklahoma. My heart and prayers are with all families and loved ones in need right now. This loss of life is devastating  And the loss of home is tragic. May we all give, share, and pray for love, hope, and home for everyone. 
It’s DAY 10 over here of the 30 Days of Love. We’ve already had two yummy recipes and a week-long Giveaway, some treats, a sneeze, some wise words to the Class of 2013, and now…

Some news.
A week from now, we move.
We are moving to the West Coast.
We’re headed west.
It’s exciting, thrilling, overwhelming, beautiful, peaceful and everything else that comes with a new adventure.
But before we go, before we leave the East Coast, I have something to say.
Thank you.
An Ode to the East Coast.
Thank you for teaching me to:
– ride a subway train
– pay rent
– hail a cab
– cook my own food
– start my own entrepreneurial start-up
– close down my own entrepreneurial start-up
– work for a huge, international company
– work for a tiny, local company
– work for myself
– make friends
– make commitments
– make mistakes
– make lots and lots of mistakes
– recover and try again
And, especially, thank you to the one and only Boston.

Thank you Boston… 
for showing me that it’s okay to root for a team with an 86-year losing streak. Because you never know when the right amount of magic and the perfect combination of crazy will come together to turn an underdog into a champion.
Thank you Boston… 
for showing me how to stay strong.
Through a most agonizing divorce, an unexpected lay off, and a temporary loss of hope, all the way through the most horrific April day Boylston Street has ever seen. You have always been strong. Your people have always rallied. Whether it is around each other, around a cause, or around this beautiful city with an incomprehensible street grid.
Thank you Boston… 
for beautiful spring days, warm sandy beaches, and wicked cold winter nights.
Thank you Boston…
for teaching me how to drive aggressively, nudge (I mean bump) my way into a parallel parking spot, and drive on the side of the highway (where there really isn’t a lane) between the hours of 4 – 6pm.
Thank you Boston…
for the laughter with lifelong friends – smart, witty, sharp, funny, brilliant, amazingly irreplaceable friends – and some of the most loyal people a girl could “evah” know.
Thank you Boston… 
for taking care of this Idaho girl as she departed college, got a job, got a clue, and jumped head first into this so-called adult “hood”
Thank you Boston…
for the memories.
More tomorrow,
Lovemore (fearless),

{Prayers for Oklahoma}

GIFT DAY 022: a small gift

22 Jan

I admit it. 

I have been listening to country music today.

As I woke up to snow on the beach this morning I thought, “I am far from the ‘country’ where I grew up.”

snow, the promise 365, jamie eslinger

There is no ocean in my hometown.

There is snow. Lots of it. But the snow covers rocky mountains, dessert brush, and wide open lava rock plains.

As the country music streamed through my “Sugarland” Pandora channel today, I couldn’t help but think of that little Idaho girl inside of me.

It was as if she was yelling “Hey Ya’ll!”

(Actually, we never said the word “Y’all” where I grew up. We said things like “darn it” and “dang” — and by the way — nobody says “dang” out here on the east coast.)

Coming “Out East” for college was a big eye opening moment for that little Idaho girl.

I quickly learned:

  • A “Pop” is not a soda
  • A “Show” is not a movie
  • A “Bubbler” has nothing to do with bubbles

And, most important, over my last twenty-year adventure across the east coast I have realized people are really the same wherever you go. Despite the different words, accents, clothing, jobs, education and lifestyles…

  • We all care about love and family and dreams. 
  • We all want our children to enjoy boundless opportunities. 
  • We all want access to good, healthy, yummy food.

Deep down inside we’re all the same no matter what coast, mountain or plain it snows — or doesn’t.

So my gift today is just this: a simple, small, tiny but important reminder (a prayer if you will) that we all want pretty much the same things.

And doesn’t that sound like a good, old fashioned country song?

More tomorrow.

{Feel free to share what you think, love, or like in the comment section below.}

Day 149: island time

29 May

We are here!
We are on-island!
We are exhausted!

I loved seeing all the familiar sights as we pulled into Cape Cod, passing the fully updated Cape Cod 2012 sign on Route 28, then the giant, larger than life lobster on the side of the fake lighthouse at the round-about (a sure sign you are in Massachusetts is driving around in a circle called a round-about, making yourself dizzy as you pinpoint which offshoot road you are supposed to take to stay on the right path) — and, finally, boarding the ferry and crossing over to….

Island Time.



Ah…Island Time. The official time zone of “who cares?”

We found this out the hard way during our first summer on Martha’s Vineyard. Me, a recently minted, pink-slipped, corporate casualty, still wound tight like a yo-yo couldn’t figure out why NOBODY showed up on time. Fifteen minutes later I would be tapping my foot, on the phone, calling, checking up, asking, “Where are you, I’ve been waiting here for FIFTEEN MINUTES!”

“It’s Island Time,” people would tell me — “Get used to it.”

Now, after 4 days on the road, a long drive up the East coast, and a few nasty, roadside, fast food, icky meals layer, I can honestly say…

I am so happy to be on island time.
It’s funny how something that first annoys you can become something you love.
Actually. Something you long for.

It’s time for summer.
Well, first, a good night’s sleep, then…
A summer on island time.

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