Wednesday, September 11, 2013

american.

Social media plays a big part in all of our lives. It takes a little longer to scroll through your Facebook news feed on days like today.  Friends, family, acquaintances, strangers - often post in remembrance. Each and every post makes you reflect. Reflect on where you were, the way it changed you, and the way it changed our country. It's the one day we can all relate to one another. 

Two specific posts hit home to me today:

1. This photo.



A famous John Lennon song, asking us to imagine a place where the things that divide people didn't exist. Yet in this context, on this photo, it made me think of all of the nearly 3,000 innocent lives lost and where they are today. Living life in peace, away from all the suffering still going on in our world, away from all the sadness, and enjoying what we have yet to discover. That's pretty powerful.

2.  This quote: "Be an American on all days, not just the ones where bad things happen." - from a friend who served in the United States Army, post September 11th.

I am proud and thankful to be an American every single day that I wake up. I might not express it aloud, or in prayer, or on social media outlets, but I am. I think we could all try harder at consciously expressing our appreciation. It could be a simple "pay it forward" action, or thanking the man in the military uniform standing beside you at baggage claim, or waving an American flag in front of your house, or voicing your opinion for something you believe in. There is always going to be tragedy, loss, suffering, pain and heartache - even in America - but it shouldn't have taken an act of terrorism, for our generation to understand and appreciate our country and where we came from. It's something we should do daily.

In reply to the "Where were you" posts:

I was a sophomore at Bishop Guilfoyle High School, sitting in second period Religion class, when the principal came on the loud speaker announcing that two airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center. America was under attack. By the third period, every single television in the school was on. The halls were silent, except for the shuffle of penny loafers on the tile and the occasional slam of a locker door. Some students left early. Some had family members that worked at the WTC. Some parents simply wanted to have their children at home. We were 302 miles from the first attack, 179 miles from the Pentagon, 60 miles from the crash in Shanksville, PA and yet, the images repeated on every news station made it feel like it was just outside our window. In fact, it still feels that way twelve years later, when you watch the footage.

Terrorism. I had barely heard the word. I am not sure I had ever used it in my vocabulary. I thought war was only in my history books. And certainly not in America. I was young, naive and sheltered. I specifically remember all of my emotions. Panic that something bigger was going to happen. Fear of the unknown. And sadness for all the men, women and children directly affected by the tragedies that day. When I got home from school I called the smartest man I knew - my grandfather. He fought in World War II and if anyone was going to give me some kind of clarity about this act of terror, he was my trusted source. Typically when you called my grandparents house, my grandfather would hand the phone to my grandma, before he even knew which grandchild was one the other end. That day was different. We talked for almost 30 minutes. He didn't know much more than me. No one did. But his experience and wisdom, calmed my fears. Often times we don't have all the answers and we don't know what tomorrow will bring, but my grandfather helped me understand the meaning behind terrorism and what it meant to be an American that day. Sometimes understanding is all we need.

As the days, weeks and months passed, we slowly began to rebuild. The feelings of panic and fear were replaced with strength and hope. The images of the plane crashes were replaced with stories of heroism and survival. However, the sadness of that day has never been forgotten.

United we stand. I am proud to be an American - yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

new.

New name. New look. New job. New season. New Age. New girl.

A lot of new is going on in my world. Mostly good new.

We shall start with the first one, New Name. Welcome to "Camp Bores" - seems fitting since most of my blog entries are about our adventures in our home-away-from-home. Our 19 foot box. Our house on wheels. Our camper. Believe it or not, I had never camped growing up. Unless you count the birthday party where my parents put up a tent in the front yard for me and my 8 girlfriends. We were so excited - snuggled up in sleeping bags, holding flash lights and telling ghost stories. We didn't make it to midnight before we were running inside - afraid of the dark - and falling asleep on the living room floor. With that said, Mr. B took me on my very first camping trip in 2007 and he's still proud. It's like a badge of honor in their family. Yet, I still couldn't start a fire to save my life. On the flip side, I do have my very own toilet in the middle of the woods. Never been camping? Like to camp? Prefer a tent? Like to sing songs around the campfire? Or none of the above? Save www.campbores.com to your favorites and travel along with us. The content won't always be about camping, I promise. Believe me, I can only take my house on wheels for one weekend at a time before I'm begging to go home. My girlfriends know :)

The second, New Look. With a new name, must come a new look. Who doesn't want a gooey s'more after seeing that big ole fat marshmallow? If you don't, you're crazy. You don't even need a campfire, you can opt for making one in your microwave. Of course that's never allowed in our house, because Mr. B is always looking for an excuse to make a fire. He eats, sleeps, and drinks camping. I am just along for the ride, the scenery, and toasted marshmallows. [A special shout out to Andrea for all the help in making my creative vision come true. Photo shop is not my forte.]

The third, New Job. I am saying goodbye to my existing company and looking ahead to a new opportunity. I weighed my options, slept on it, contemplated with my husband, got advice from friends and decided this was a good fit. I will be doing essentially the same thing I have been doing - Inside Sales, but with a smaller company and creating the model from the ground up. The bonus, one of my dearest friends is coming with me. We met 4 years ago and have been working together ever since. Not only will starting a new job with a familiar face help ease the nerves, but who can say they get to work with one of their greatest friends? Me. And I love that.

The fourth, New Season. Riding boots, cable knit sweaters, chunky socks, football, Halloween, cozy blankets, chili, changing leaves, apple cider, chilly weather, Thanksgiving, bomber jackets and of course all things pumpkin - pies, candles, patches, lattes, decor, and M&M's [they are new and they are amazing, get them!].  I am officially over this Colorado heat wave. Countdown to Fall: 17 days. My Fall decor box is coming out this weekend and the Bores house is going to be fall-i-fied. Oh wait, we're camping this weekend. I suppose it will have to wait until I get back. Dang it.

The fifth, New Age. Goodbye 26, welcome 27. Err, scratch that. Forever 21? This week has been full of so much love. Love from friends - the girls took me out, gave me a birthday hat, chugged beers, bought me a yolky cheeseburger, let the lady at the nail salon tickle my feet, and toasted latte's at starbucks. They really know how to make a girl feel special. Love from family and friends afar - cards, packages, and good wishes. You're the best. And hopefully, love from my husband - he told me he needs an hour and lots of wrapping paper when he gets home from work. He is a giver of all-things-practical. In years passed, he has given me a GPS, a camping back-pack (surprise, surprise), a horse back ride, a tea kettle, a food mill, and a pair of boots. Who knows what he has up his sleeve this year. A bigger camper? Is that why he needs so much wrapping paper? Regardless, I am a lucky lady.

Last is New Girl. If you don't watch the sitcom, you should. Mr. B and I started watching it about two weeks ago and have since wasted two days of our lives and several evenings, watching the 50 episodes that make up season one and two. I now want chunky bangs and three male roommates. The "Sally Jesse Raphael" glasses and weird characteristics, I already have down pat. In fact, we (my girlfriends and I) are so obsessed with Zooey Deschanel's character (Jess) that we recently started speaking in "Jess-ism's" and reference her hilarious one liners in our day to day conversations. Is it September 17th yet? Season premiere, kids! Go turn on your "wiffy" (AKA wifi) and netflix it now. You won't regret it.

Report back soon, y'all.

-Mrs.B


PS. I am sitting in Barnes and Noble, drinking a spiced pumpkin latte, and people-watching the retired, afternoon crowd surrounding me. A dear old gentleman is walking around, greeting all the ladies, and telling the each of them the same joke: What do you call a cow that is out in the cold and shivering? Milkshake.


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