Monday, December 12, 2011

Tacky Christmas Sweater Parties

I take after my mom in a lot of areas: we're both short, we both love to sing but don't do it well, we're both bookworms, and well, we both love to host parties.  I have vivid memories of helping to fill huge buckets with sodas and beer for our annual summer BBQs and a NYE party was the norm at the Herring Household.  My birthday parties were always the bomb and our class "end of year" parties were always in my backyard swimming pool.  So it's no surprise that I've followed suit and caught the 'hosting bug'...

I've been itchin' to host a holiday party for years but neither had the time nor the funds to make it happen.  This year, however, was going to be the year!  Due to a small apartment, conflict of dates, etc, etc I ended up having two parties.  Both 'tacky sweather' themed.  Totally fine with that :)

My first party was for my BCG friends last Friday.  Thanks to my mom for coming through with a delectable spread (whilst I scrubbed away cleaning my apt), there was plenty of good food and drinks to be had!

Food: cream cheese Christmas tree dip, pinwheels, strawberry cheesecake bites, bread bowl dip, peanut butter fudge, cream cheese ball dip, pumpkin bread, bacon wrapped water chesnuts, chocolate covered pretzels, stuffed mushrooms, apple cake, chips and french onion dip.  All home-made except the last one :)

Drinks: hot apple cider with spiced rum, hot chocolate, and both red and white wines :)

I decided to decorate for the occasion:


 And even enlisted my Dad's help in 'holiday-ing up' my 'back yard':

Here are some photos of my fabulous friends.  Some played into the whole "tacky sweater" theme and others did not, but there was food, drinks, and a white elephant game shared by all!
Check out my home-made sweater!  I may have needed my mom to cook all the food since I'm a disaster in the kitchen...but you better believe I know how to get crafty!





After most of the food was eaten, all of the cider was drank, and every one of the gifts had been opened, we decided to play a little game of Jenga.  Yes, that's 37 'stories' high:

And so concluded my very first Holiday party.  But not to fear, there was another one the very next night!  This time for my non-BCG friends...

Yes, that's the same tacky sweater as the night before.  I'm not rich, people!




I got so caught up in the festivities that I forgot to pull out my camera until a bunch of my sweet friends had already left.  Sad day.  But please note that almost everyone on night two participated in wearing tacky Christmas garb. Win for holiday party #dos.

Thanks to Taylor for bringing a bottle of Bailey's and to a few others who opened their White Elephant Gifts (wine and beer) early, we had plenty of Christmas cheer to go around - which led to us hitting the streets of Uptown after all the food was gobbled...




Merry Christmas to all!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Electronic Post Share

Today I want to share something I received in an email from a friend.  It's an inspirational article that gave me both the confidence that I'm right where I'm supposed to be and want to be but also the motivation to keep reaching for the stars.  I proceeded to forward on to anyone in the 23-27ish range that I thought would appreciate and find value in the piece.  For those of you (mom and dad!) who didn't make the email cut, here it is.  Even if all you do is skim the whole thing (although it's worth a read in it's entirety), definitely read #11:


What you need to know to be a real adult.

When you’re 25-ish, you’re old enough to know what kind of music you love, regardless of what your last boyfriend or roommate always used to play. You know how to walk in heels, how to tie a necktie, how to give a good toast at a wedding and how to make something for dinner. You don’t have to think much about skin care, home ownership or your retirement plan. Your life can look a lot of different ways when you’re 25: single, dating, engaged, married. You are working in dream jobs, pay-the-bills jobs and downright horrible jobs. You are young enough to believe that anything is possible, and you are old enough to make that belief a reality.

1. You Have Time to Find a Job You Love
Now is the time to figure out what kind of work you love to do. What are you good at? What makes you feel alive? What do you dream about? You can go back to school now, switch directions entirely. You can work for almost nothing, or live in another country or volunteer long hours for something that moves you. There will be a time when finances and schedules make this a little trickier, so do it now. Try it, apply for it, get up and do it.

When I was 25, I was in my third job in as many years—all in the same area at a church, but the responsibilities were different each time. I was frustrated at the end of the third year because I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do next. I didn’t feel like I’d found my place yet. I met with my boss, who was in his 50s. I told him how anxious I was about finding the one perfect job for me, and quick. He asked me how old I was, and when I told him I was 25, he told me I couldn’t complain to him about finding the right job until I was 32. In his opinion, it takes about 10 years after college to find the right fit, and anyone who finds it earlier than that is just plain lucky. So use every bit of your 10 years: try things, take classes, start over.

2. Get Out of Debt and Stay Out of Debt
Part of being a healthy, mature adult is learning to live within your means all the time, even if that means going without things you think you need, or doing work you don’t love for a while to be responsible financially. The ability to adjust your spending according to your income is a skill that will serve you your whole life.

There will be times when you have more money than you need. In those seasons, tithe as always, save like crazy, and then let yourself buy fancy shampoo or an iPad or whatever it is you really get a kick out of. When the money’s not rolling in, buy your shampoo from the grocery store and eat eggs instead of steak—a much cheaper way to get protein. If you can get the hang of living within your means all the time—always tithing, never going into debt—you’ll be ahead of the game when life surprises you with bad financial news.

I know a lot of people who have bright, passionate dreams but who can’t give their lives to those dreams because of the debt they carry. Don’t miss out on a great adventure God calls you to because you’ve been careless about debt.

3. Don’t Rush Dating and Marriage
Now is also the time to get serious about relationships. And “serious” might mean walking away from a dating relationship that’s good but not great. Some of the most life-shaping decisions you’ll make during this time will be about walking away from good-enough, in search of can’t-live-without. One of the only truly devastating mistakes you can make in this season is staying with the wrong person even though you know he or she is the wrong person. It’s not fair to that person, and it’s not fair to you.

“Who are you dating?” “Do you think he’s the one?” “Have you looked at rings?” It’s easy to be seduced by the romance-dating-marriage narrative. We confer a lot of status and respect on people who are getting married—we buy them presents and consider them as more adult and more responsible. 

But there’s nothing inherently more responsible or more admirable about being married. I’m thankful to be celebrating my 10th wedding anniversary this summer, but at the same time, I have a fair amount of friends whose marriages are ending—friends whose weddings we danced at, whose wedding cake we ate, whose rings we oohed-and-aahed over but that have been taken off fingers a long time ago. 

Some people view marriage as the next step to happiness or grown-up life or some kind of legitimacy, and in their mad desire to be married, they overlook significant issues in the relationship. 

Ask your friends, family members and mentors what they think of the person you’re dating and your relationship. Go through premarital counseling before you are engaged, because, really, engagement is largely about wedding planning, and it’s tough to see the flaws in a relationship clearly when you’re wearing a diamond and you have a deposit on an event space. 

I’m kind of a broken record on this. My younger friends will tell you I say the same things over and over when they talk to me about love, things like, “He seems great—what’s the rush?” and, “Yes, I like her—give it a year.” And they’ve heard this one a million times: “Time is on your side.” Really, it is. 

4. Give Your Best to Friends and Family
While twentysomethings can sometimes spend a little too much energy on dating and marriage, they probably spend too little energy on friendships and family. That girl you just met and now text 76 times a day probably won’t be a part of your life in 10 years, but the guys you lived with in college, if you keep investing in them, will be friends for a lifetime. Lots of people move around in their 20s, but even across the distance, make an effort to invest in the friendships that are important to you. Loyalty is no small thing, especially in a season during which so many other things are shifting.

Family is a tricky thing in your 20s—to learn how to be an adult out on your own but to also maintain a healthy relationship with your parents—but those relationships are really, really worth investing in. I have a new vantage point on this now that I’m a parent. When my parents momentarily forget I’m an adult, I remind myself that someday this little boy of ours will drive a car, get a job and buy a home. I know that even then it will be hard not to scrape his hair across his forehead or tell him his eyes are looking sleepy, and I give my parents a break for still seeing me as their little girl every once in a while.

5. Get Some Counseling
Twenty-five is also a great time to get into counseling if you haven’t already, or begin round two of counseling if it’s been a while. You might have just enough space from your parents to start digging around your childhood a little bit. Unravel the knots that keep you from living a healthy, whole life, and do it now, before any more time passes.

Some people believe emotional and psychological issues should be solved through traditional spiritual means—that prayer and pastoral guidance are all that’s necessary when facing issues of mental health. I disagree. We generally trust medical doctors to help us heal from physical ailments. We can and should trust counselors and therapists to help us resolve emotional and psychological issues. Many pastors have no training in counseling, and while they care deeply about what you’re facing, sometimes the best gift they can give you is a referral to a therapist who does have the education to help you. 

Faith and counseling aren’t at odds with one another. Spiritual growth and emotional health are both part of God’s desire for us. Counseling—like time with a mentor, personal scriptural study, a small group experience and outside reading—can help you grow, and can help you connect more deeply with God.

So let your pastor do his or her thing, and let the person who has an advanced degree in mental health help you with yours.

6. Seek Out a Mentor
One of the most valuable relationships you can cultivate in your 20s is a mentoring relationship with someone who’s a little older, a little wiser, someone who can be a listening ear and sounding board during a high change season. When I look back on my life from 22 to 26, some of the most significant growth occurred as a direct result of the time I spent with my mentor, Nancy.

The best way to find a mentor is to ask, and then to work with the parameters they give you. If someone does agree to meet with you, let it be on their terms. Nancy and I met on Wednesdays at 7 in the morning. I guarantee that was not my preference. But it was what worked for her life, so once a month I dragged myself out of the house in what felt to me like the dead of night. It also helps to keep it to a limited-time period. It’s a lot to ask of someone to meet once a month until the end of time. But a one-year commitment feels pretty manageable for most people, and you can both decide to sign on for another year or not, depending on the connection you’ve made.

7. Be a Part of a Church
Twenty-five is the perfect time to get involved in a church you love, no matter how different it is from the one you were a part of growing up. Be patient and prayerful, and decide that you’re going to be a person who grows, who seeks your own faith, who lives with intention. Set your alarm on Sunday mornings, no matter how late you were out on Saturday night. It will be dreadful at first, and then after a few weeks, you’ll find that you like it, that the pattern of it fills up something inside you.

8. Find a Rhythm for Spiritual Disciplines
Going out into “the real world” after high school or college affects more than just your professional life. Where once you had free time, a flexible schedule and built-in community, now you have one hour for lunch, 10 days max to “skip” work and co-workers who are all over the place in age, stage of life and religion. 

In those first few years of work-life, it’s easy to get too busy, too stressed and too disconnected to keep up spiritual habits you may have built in school. Figuring out how to stay close to God and to grow that relationship through activities and disciplines that complement your new schedule is critical for life now—and those habits will serve you for years to come.

One of the best routines I adopted in my 20s was a monthly solitude day. In addition to my daily prayer time, I found I lived better if once a month I took the time to pray, read, rest and write, to ask myself about the choices I’d made in the past month and to ask for God’s guidance in the month to come. Some of the most important decisions I made in that season of life became clear as a result of that monthly commitment.

9. Volunteer
Give of your time and energy to make the world better in a way that doesn’t benefit you directly. Teach Sunday school, build houses with Habitat for Humanity, serve at a food pantry or clean up beaches on Saturdays. 

It’s easy to get caught up in your own big life and big plan in your 20s—you’re building a career, building an identity, building for a future. Find some place in your life where you’re building for a purpose that’s bigger than your own life or plan. 

When you’re serving on behalf of a cause you’re passionate about, you’ll also connect in a deep way with the people you’re serving with, and those connections can yield some of your most significant friendships. 

When you serve as a volunteer, you can gain experience for future careers. Instead of, for example, quitting your banking job to pursue full-time ministry, volunteer to lead a small group, and see where it goes from there. Use volunteer experiences to learn about causes and fields you’re interested in, and consider using your vacation time to serve globally.

10. Feed Yourself and the People You Love
If you can master these things, you’re off to a really great start: eggs, soup, a fantastic sandwich or burger, guacamole and some killer cookies. A few hints: The secret to great eggs is really low heat, and the trick to guacamole is lime juice—loads of it. Almost every soup starts the same way: onion, garlic, carrot, celery, stock. 

People used to know how to make this list and more, but for all sorts of reasons, sometime in the last 60 or so years, convenience became more important than cooking and people began resorting to fake food (ever had GU?), fast food and frozen food. I literally had to call my mom from my first apartment because I didn’t know if you baked a potato for five minutes or two hours.

The act of feeding oneself is a skill every person can benefit from, and some of the most sacred moments in life happen when we gather around the table. The time we spend around the table, sharing meals and sharing stories, is significant, transforming time. 

Learn to cook. Invite new and old friends to dinner. Practice hospitality and generosity. No one cares if they have to sit on lawn furniture, bring their own forks or drink out of a Mayor McCheese glass from 1982. What people want is to be heard and fed and nourished, physically and otherwise—to stop for just a little bit and have someone look them in the eye and listen to their stories and dreams. Make time for the table, and you’ll find it to be more than worth it every time.

11. Don’t Get Stuck
This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find God and themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. They mean to find a church, they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.

Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal. 

Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? What have I learned about God this year? What parts of my childhood faith am I leaving behind, and what parts am I choosing to keep? Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?” 

Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe God is good and life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. 
Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path. 

Shauna Niequest is the author of Bittersweet (Zondervan). This article originally appeared in the May/June issue of RELEVANT.

Monday, December 5, 2011

5 Hours of Misery

Bright and (entirely too) early Sunday morning, I bounced out of bed and donned (too few) warm clothes and an umbrella.  I met up with a couple friends in order to support two of our other friends who were both running their first full marathon.  Holy smokes.  Not only is that 26.2 miles, but it was absolutely miserable weather.  It was pouring down rain, incredibly windy, and piercingly cold.

In honor of their huge accomplishment, we came prepared with signs:



We met them at mile 4, 15, 20.5, and of course, 26.2 to cheer them on and even (on one occasion) run a block or two along side them!

Here are my incredibly motivated friends:

Michael Stutts

Kellee and Kate Widener

The announcer at the finish line kept repeating, in a very monotone voice, things like "You can do it" and "Arms up, cross the line, arms up" and other less-than-super-motivating sorts of things.  However, he did pull out one funny line when he said "I know some of you had your doubts.  You got up this morning and thought 'I can't do this' and honestly, I didn't think you could, either.  But here we are now, together, at the finish, and we've made it!"  Please note this guy did not run the marathon.  However, I'm not gonna lie, I kinda felt like he was talking to all the supporters out there, too!  I mean, c'mon, five hours of rain and 30 degree weather and wind?  I feel like Brittany, Molly, and I accomplished something, too!

Officially 26.2ers and their die hard supporters!

After seeing everyone's 'state of being' once crossing the finish line, I'm not sure I'll leave 'run a marathon' on my life bucket list.  I might just have to 'settle' for completing a half.  I'm just not quite sure the human body is supposed to run 26 miles in a row...

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Vegas: BCG Style

Last night we had our company Holiday Party.  It was in our office this year and Vegas/casino themed.  It was quite fantastic. Here's a run-down in photos:

We had a pre-party at The W Hotel hosted by these lovely ladies.

Stephen was my sweet date - doesn't he look dapper?

We walked through the door on a red carpet to the huge, standard Vegas sign.  Down on the 21st floor were appetizers, a bar, and casino games.  Up on the 23rd floor was a seated dinner, bar, and dance floor.  There was also a wedding chapel photo station on the 22nd floor but my date and I never made it over that way...

We had an office-wide awards ceremony where 11 different awards for various things were given out.  I won one!  And it came with a bottle of Dom Perignon!  Champagne party, anyone?!

I spent a lot of time on 21...specifically a lot of time on the Craps table.  I didn't even venture to Blackjack or the slots.  Playing with fake money is much more fun than your own.  Until you win big, that is...

All in all it was a really fun night: it's always a nice change to dress up, the people I work with are spectacular, and what beats a night of free food, drinks, entertainment, and a bottle of Dom to boot?!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Boston-NYC Trip

So you've heard about my hellish trip getting back from these fantastic places, but not yet of the trip itself.  So here goes...(get ready for photo overload)...

Last Tuesday afternoon I boarded a Boston bound plane for what was to be my first true vacation since entering the working world.  My sister goes to school in Boston and we've been planning this North Eastern vacation for months.  After a long day of commuting, I finally landed at Logan International, grabbed my luggage, and met up with my sister and her friend, Sam.  After settling into her dorm room (yes, I kicked it freshman year style! hey, saved me a couple hundred bucks on a hotel!), changing clothes and freshening up, we headed out for the night to begin what was to be a fantastic three days in Boston.  Here's a glimpse of what we did:

Tuesday:


Went to 'Taco Tuesday' at a local taco joint next to Fenway.

Walked around Back Bay area.

Wednesday:

Ate breakfast in the cafe.  Walked through all the Berklee buildings and saw where my sister goes to class.  Found a staircase with a great black and white contrast in one of them.

Went shopping down Newbury.  Bought some things.

Popped into Dunkin' for some coffee and donuts.  When in Rome, right?!

Met up with my friend, Carrie, who drove down from Maine.  Did some more shopping.

Went to eat at this fantastic Italian restaurant in The Northend.  Drank some wine, ate some stuffed cheese shells, and was serenaded by an accordion player.

Walked to the famous Mike's Pastries.

Bought a cannoli.  Or three.

Continued walking around The Northend and took pictures by the pretty decorations.

Thursday: Thanksgiving Day:

Walked around trying to find a place to eat breakfast.  

Find nothing so settle with Dunkin Donuts.

Catch the T out to the beach.

See my first ever East Coast beach.

Cynthia sees her first ever East Coast beach.


Decide it's too cold to swim but I want to touch the water to say I've officially been from coast to coast.

Convince my sister she wants to do this, too.

Walk along the peaceful beach talking about life with my sister.

Take the T to Boston Common.

Sit on a bench and people watch.  Find people taking pictures in the leaves and decide that's a good idea. 

Make our way to the Cheers bar to grab some cheese fries and an Apricot beer.

Walked down Commonwealth back to Cyn's dorm.

Decided I could definitely live in a place like this.

Went to an Irish pub/BBQ joint on Boylston to watch the A&M vs UT game.

Met some fellow Aggies and Texans and ate a great Thanksgiving dinner of chicken fingers and french fries.

Let a little tear slip out as that last field goal was kicked.

Friday:

Get up entirely too early and take the T to the Boston bus station.

Board a double-decker bus bound for NYC.

Four hours later, get dropped off in the middle of NYC and find our way to our posh hotel.

Get settled in and discover how small, yet cool the room is.  Felt like a real New Yorker getting the true, cramped city experience.

Explore the community bathrooms in our hall (note: we didn't have our own bathroom).

Got excited to find that each one was different (yes, we might have explored different floors as well...all different).

Discovered the cool panel above our room door that lit up above the community bathroom that was currently being occupied.  Nifty.

In the midst of exploring, also found that the elevators had cool paneled walls.

Finally left the hotel and walked around Midtown.  Got some New York pizza then headed to Times Square.

Walked around and people watched.

Stayed until it got dark then headed to Rockefeller Center.  Was disappointed that the Christmas tree was not lit.

Saturday:

Woke up, got ready, grabbed breakfast, and headed to Central Park.

Walked around soaking up the beauty and vastness.

Stopped to watch the skaters on the ice rink.

Decided we should take some more pictures in the leaves.

And some more.

 And another one.

And another.

Tried to find our way out and got side-tracked, again.

Said good-bye to Central Park and headed down 5th Ave to take in all the fancy store displays.

Hopped on the Subway and headed to the East Village.  Walked around and finally ended up at S'macs.

Split some delicious Mac 'n Cheese concoctions.

Headed to the largest Macy's in the world to see the pretty holiday decorations.

Several hours and lots of shopping later, we're headed out of Macy's on the authentic, old-fashioned escalators.  I couldn't get over how fantastic these were.

Walked to Times Square, again, and saw some street performers.  

Did some more shopping.  Walked around.
  
Ate dinner.

Sunday:

Woke up and took the Subway to (what I believe) was the 'Upper East Side' (given how ornately and designer-clad all the 5 year olds were).  Seriously, these kids were wearing more money that I have in my bank account right now.

Grabbed some breakfast then walked to Hillsong Church to attend Sunday service.  Enjoyed an awesome worship service but was not impressed by the visiting pastor.

Grabbed a quick snack before heading to Broadway.

Went the wrong way (51st and West 51st are apparently way different) but finally (and barely!) made it to see Wicked.

Was thoroughly impressed/amazed/awed by what was hands down the best musical/play/production I've ever seen.  Phenomenal.  Worth every pretty 225 dollar I paid.

Jetted back to our hotel to grab our luggage and make it to the 'bus stop' (I use this term loosely as we were given a 'general street area' to meet at).

Find that our 8:15pm bus will be two hours late and sneakily jump on the earlier 6:00pm which had just arrived.  This still didn't leave until 8:30pm making it a long and late trek back to Boston.

Monday:

Ate breakfast in the cafe.  Packed.  Met my sister for lunch.  She left for class and I jumped on the T to head downtown.

Walked around Faneuil Hall for hours by myself: shopping, people watching, generally taking in the Boston awesome-ness.  Continued to walk around downtown, through the Boston Common, and ran some errands for my work event that night.

Hopped the T back to the Back Bay area, grabbed my luggage and said good-bye to my sister.  Took a cab to my hotel.  Checked in and freshened up.  Took the T to Cambridge for my work event in Harvard Square.

Wined and dined some HBS students.  Went to dinner with some work colleagues.  Took the T back to downtown to pass out.

And that leaves you at my previous post.  My ridiculous trek back to Dallas!

I absolutely loved Boston.  I honestly almost didn't come back.  New York was fun and, I'm sure given a few more weeks and some friends and knowing my way around better, I would learn to love it.  But Boston?  Boston was an immediate love.  The people are friendly, the city is authentic and unique, and the culture and opportunities are superb.  Although when I'm honest with myself, I know I'm a Texas girl at heart.  But I see many more trips back up to Boston (I've yet to catch a Red Sox game!).