Monday, February 28, 2011

Red Carpet Glam

Last night I hosted a little Oscar Party soiree at my apartment with five of my closest girlfriends. We had cheap champagne and strawberries with an endless array of snacks I whipped up all afternoon. Whoever said making your own food at home saves money and time was only 50% accurate. It took me the entire afternoon to spread cheese, glaze pecans, roll truffles, dip strawberries and mix cocktail sauce. Still... I would be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy every tedious minute of it. It all paid off when all that was left were a few triscuits and a handful of shrimp. Next year however, it might be best just to order a pizza. Here were my favorite looks from the red carpet (the most important part of the Oscars,, after all)...

Happiness Means...
1. One day I will have a dog, but for now... I am happy not to have to pick up poop and pay for trips to the vet.
2. I mastered my first pastry dough! Pictures to come tomorrow...
3. Brie cheese spread over triscuits with sugared pecan toppings and a slice of apple.
4. Christmas lights on my window even in the summer time
5. I can set my room temperature to as toasty as I like it, with no one to complain. Goodnight!

Goal: Get some sleep...

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Love Letters

I hate that this famous love letter from Beethoven was used in Sex and the City. One of my favorite films is Immortal Beloved, and I always thought this was beautiful...

Good morning, on July 7th
Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my eternally beloved, now and then joyfully, then again sadly, waiting to know whether Fate will hear our prayer--To face life I must live altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms can let my soul be wafted to the realm on blessed spirits--alas, unfortunately it must be so--You will become composed, the more so as you know that I am faithful to you; no other woman can ever possess my heart--never--never--Oh God, why must one be separated from her who is so dear. Yet my life in V[ienna] at present is a miserable life--Your love has made me both the happiest and the unhappiest of mortals--At my age I now need stability and regularity in my life--can this coexist with our relationship?--Angel, I have just heard that the post goes every day--and therefore I must close, so that you may receive the letter immediately--Be calm; for only by calmly considering our lives can we achieve our purpose to live together--Be calm--love me--Today--yesterday--what tearful longing for you--for you--you--my life--my all--all good wishes to you--Oh, do continue to love me--never misjudge your lover's most faithful heart.

ever yours
ever mine
ever ours


I'm not sure I would ever publish my love letters, but I'm glad the Reagans did...

Dear Wife,

A few days ago you told me I was angry with you. I tried to explain I was frustrated with myself. But later on I realized that my frustration might have been a touch of self-pity because I’d been going around feeling that you are frequently angry with me.

No more. We are so much “one” that you are as vital to me as my own heart—with one exception; you could never be replaced with a transplant.

Whatever I treasure and enjoy—this home, our ranch, the sight of the sea—all would be without meaning if I didn’t have you. I live in a permanent Christmas because God gave me you. As I write this, you are hurrying by—back and forth doing those things only you can do and I get a feeling of warm happiness just watching you. That’s why I can’t pass you or let you pass me without reaching to touch you. (Except now or you would see what I’m doing.)

I’ll write no more because I’m going to catch up with you wherever you are and hold you for a moment.

Merry Christmas Darling—I love you with all my heart.

Your Husband

And lastly, I think one of the sweetest most genuine quotes is from 500 Days of Summer, where Tom's friend Paul is decribing his girlfriend...

"I wouldn't say 'the girl of my dreams,' no. The girl of my dreams would have a bodacious rack. Probably different hair, could like sports a little more. But...truth is...Robyn's better than the girl of my dreams. You know why? Cause she's real."

Happiness Means...
1. A good gimlet
2. Frank Sinatra
3. Three tiny roses on my dresser
4. Almay concealer with Salicylic acid - newly found beauty obsession
5. Being happier with reality than anything you can dream.

Goal: Go to the library and get a copy of "I Love You, Ronnie" for a perfect bedtime read or a rainy weekend. I might also have to see Immortal Beloved for the 400th time...

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Just Go With It

…Not just Adam Sandler’s recent box office hit. I saw this Monday with boy and a couple other friends (both boys- I was outnumbered in my preference to see a scary movie because apparently Brooklyn Decker is more appealing than Anthony Hopkins possessed as the devil). The weekend started off Friday by a relaxing night in with boy and delicious takeout from a new (dangerously 24 hour) Italian/Greek/American restaurant (salmon, steak, burgers, gyros… makes you wonder how good any one item is if they can’t nail down one cuisine type). Whenever we stay in on a Friday or Saturday, the next morning we are always shocked at how rested, rejuvenated and… bored we are! Many weekend mornings are spent sleeping in, hungover, and laying on the couch because we lack the energy to do much else. So in that case, we woke up and went for brunch and mimosas (I stuck to coffee) with friends at a local diner. I spent the afternoon shopping downtown even though I couldn’t afford to, and ended up buying ridiculous shoes that are half a size too small BUT they were the last pair and only $40 down from $180 (did I mention how much I love them?). That evening I went to Baltimore with boy to celebrate my best friend’s birthday at Brewer’s Art in Baltimore.

This bar is incredible. Its like an old gentlemans club from the early 20th century, and we sipped champagne by an old fireplace and sat on velvet couches. Ahh sometimes I think how lucky I am to prance all around DC and Baltimore sipping champagne and sitting on velvet, wearing backless dresses and silly shoes that look like $180 but only cost me $40, all with the greatest people I’ve ever met. Spoiled brat. The next day boy played his first lacrosse game of the season and his entire team and all their girlfriends went to a local bar where we all drank Micheladas, Fireflies, Gimlets and Orange Crushes (see photo at top- fresh squeezed orange juice, soda, mint and vodka mmm). That night we attempted to continue drinking at a house party but ended the night early at home watching Family Guy episodes and Bob’s Burgers. Monday we had off for President’s Day and saw “Just Go With It” before I headed home and relaxed. Boy came over later with a friend to watch the Caps game and I cooked a delicious meal of beer battered fish and brown rice with steamed veggies. It really was another great weekend.

Back to my first sentence… sometimes I feel like there has to be a plan. I have a tendency to get cranky and sometimes upset if I don’t know what to expect for the day or the evening. In my group of friends, I tend to make a lot of decisions and offer my opinion more often than not, not because I have a preference but because I hate not having a plan or direction. I think I’ve gotten better with this in just allowing things to kind of happen as they go. I’ve come to realize that when you just go with the flow and decide as you go, things work out. I’ll be the first to tell you I’m a perfectionist. Some people would say “duh” and some would think I was joking. If you look at my driving record for instance, I’m sure you’d find that Lindsay Lohan and I do in fact have much in common. My room at the moment looks like a tractor lost control in a Salvation Army. I wake up in the morning almost always late for work, with greasy hair and mascara under my eyes because I’m too lazy to wash my face at night. It took me over a year to replace my shower head. On the other hand… as bad as one area is, I’m a complete freak with other things. I won’t make my bed but I’ll spend ten minutes on the bathroom floor picking up hair with a Kleenex (hence late for work). I’ll stress out about money so I’ll spend the entire afternoon cleaning and organizing the pantry into sections of pasta, cereals, liquids, baking, snacks… (my favorite pastime at home). If I’m really upset over something, I’ll clean the entire kitchen. Some people meditate or write or call a friend when they’re sad- I clean. What I’m saying is, I have a hard time dealing with everything at once so I tend to focus on one thing, even if it’s unimportant or minute, just because I can perfect it. I talked to my therapist yesterday about this and it was like the more I talked, the more I realized that so often when I try and achieve perfection, its because I don’t want to deal with something imperfect in another area of my life. That’s when she told me something I know I’ve heard a million times, but never really attributed to my life- nothing is perfect. As soon as you accept that, you can face anything and handle anything because you aren’t setting yourself up for failure. SO my mantra for 2011 (among many others) is to realize that you can’t plan something to be perfect, so it’s best to just go with it.

Happiness Means...
1. 500 Days of Summer - best movie ever.
2. This stationary:

3. Block after Block - new Matt and Kim obsession
4. My boyfriend's Vineyard Vines sweater. I wore this with spandex and my Tory Burch flats and felt comfy and chic for a casual Saturday Brunch.
5. The new Lilly Pulitzer Spring 2011 catalog. How beautiful are these photos?

Goal - As if I haven't said it enough... Just go with it. Ooh- and give my fabulous best friend her birthday present

Friday, February 18, 2011

My DC Family

I snapped out of my funk. Maybe its the sudden change in weather that reminds me spring is JUST around the corner(70 degrees!!) or maybe its because last night was just what I needed to give my mood a boost.After work last night I met a few friends downtown for drinks and bar food. Towards the end of the night I drove everyone back to the neighborhood bar (blasting dance music with the windows down) where I capped off the evening with a glass of champagne and a really nice conversation with one of my closest friends in DC. I just met her last summer and now she is my go-to friend for spontaneous adventures. Whenever the mood strikes me to go explore DC or get a cocktail during the week at 10:00 at night, she is almost always game. We have a lot in common, and I can truly say she is one of my best friends in DC. Last night we were discussing (over our champagne flutes at the dive bar) how lucky we both feel to have such a close group of friends. None of us knew each other not even a year ago, and now we do everything together. It was a perfect pick-me-up conversation and it helped me realize that even when I'm having a funky day or I'm down in the dumps, I have best friends who are like family and that's something to be happy about.

Happiness means...
1. Having a boy who sends me flowers, buys me dinner, and helps figure out my car insurance (arguably most appreciated!)
2. BLASTING music with the windows down
3. Reading Cupcakes 'n Cashmere every day
4. Watching the News to start my mornings
5. Pho soup Friday!

Goal: This was my devotional this morning, so I'm going to try and remember it...

“I am with you. These four words are like a safety net, protecting you from falling into despair. Because you are human, you will always have ups and downs in your life experience. But the promise of My Presence limits how far down you can go. Sometimes you may fell as if you are in a free fall, when people or things you had counted on let you down. Yet as soon as you remember that I am with you, your perspective changes radically. Instead of bemoaning your circumstances, you can look to Me for help. You recall that not only am I with you, I am holding you by your right hand. I guide you with My counsel, and afterward I will take you into Glory. This is exactly the perspective you need: the reassurance of My Presence, and the glorious hope of heaven.”

Thursday, February 17, 2011


I'm in a funk. Call it hormonal or call it Thursday, but I'm tired and cranky. I had a rotten day yesterday for really no reason, and I was dead tired when I got home. However, because I'm a lunatic I woke up at 11:30 last night and decided to finally make use of the rotten bananas in my cupboard, I did what any normal sane female would do and made banand bread. And yes, I stayed up for an hour until it was done. Then I went to bed. I also listened to country music on my way into work this morning and happily sang along to "One Hot Mama" (guilty pleasure song) only to be brought to near tears with a Rascall Flatts song a moment later. Soon after I came into work and demolished three slices of my banana bread (which was perfect by the way) even though I wasn't hungry. I'm thinking of calling it Insomniac Hormonal Healthy Banana bread (it was made with whole wheat and honey after all). Now I am tired and full and still cranky. Looking forward to Monday

Happiness means...
1. Tomorrow is Friday
2. Finally perfecting a recipe (booyah bananan bread... hmm has a nice ring to it and sounds a bit less aggressive than my previous suggestion)
3. Asian supermarkets - I absolutely love wandering around here and seeing all the bizarre foods with ingredients I can't read, cheap fruit I've never heard of, TONS of free samples of said strange food (shrimp puffs? purple yams?) and the best part- the fresh seafood! It almost feels like I'm in another country too, being the only white American in the building. I almost never buy anything, but its still fun to take a little trip on my lunch break sometimes, even just to snag a few wasabi peas mmmm
4. Wedding Cakes! A coworker is getting married soon and I just helped her narrow down a few options... how beautiful is this? Buttercream can be so much prettier than fondant (and tastier too!)
5. Sleeping in. I woke up an entire hour late this morning and I look like I was either up all night with a screaming baby, went on a drug bender, slept in an alley, or woke up an hour late (happiness will mean a long shower at 7:00 tonight).

Goal: Quit moping. Lots to be thankful for. And thank god for makeup.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Love Day

A lot of people think of Valentines Day like they think of a trip to the dentist- scary, painful and expensive. Thousands of men woke up this morning thinking, “Shit. I’m going to have to pick up flowers this afternoon… I hope I can still get dinner reservations… should I grab chocolate too? There goes a hundred bucks…” Thousands of women on the other hand wake up smiling, thinking “Happy Valentines Day to ME! I wonder if he got me flowers yet… I wonder what I should wear to dinner… I hope he got me a nice card…” On the other hand, there are men who wake up and convince themselves “Ahh a great day to be a single guy,” while on the opposite spectrum, single women are waking up thinking, “Well shit.” I woke up this morning happy. Not just because its Valentine’s Day but because I spent the weekend at home in New Jersey with boy, and it may have been the best trip home yet. We stayed in Friday night and watched the Exorcist which I remembered watching in 8th grade and laughing at the poor quality. NOT THIS TIME. We didn’t even finish it because I was too exhausted (ok, I was too scared). Saturday morning we had a large breakfast of eggs and toast, and took my dog to the beach to play for a bit. It was cold but sunny, and we had the nicest time doing nothing but walking around on the sand. Afterwards we stopped at a local bar for a bloody mary and a beer, and watched a little basketball. We went to dinner with my parents in Cape May and had a lovely meal paired with good wine. Dinner was very early so boy and I went for drinks at a dive bar before we headed in for the night and finished a bottle of red on the couch. Sunday we woke up refreshed from a good night’s sleep and went to church. Boy is Catholic and I am Methodist, so this was going to be very different from what he was used to. We saw a lot of family friends and watched my mom sing in the choir, and then… at the end of the service, Pastor Ted asked all the men in the congregation to stand and walk to the front of the room and face the cross. Someone sang a song while all the men stood there and then had to turn around and pledge to their families that they vowed to spend more time with them. It was the sweetest thing to see all these husbands and dads standing there a bit uncomfortable, but still, all looking at their families. Now of course this would happen on the first time boy has ever been to my church, but I was so proud of him for sticking it out like a trooper and going with the flow. We walked out of church hand in hand and I was overwhelmed with how much I love him. We drove home and spent the night watching Discovery Channel in bed after a dinner of pizza and soup. And THAT is why I woke up happy. Valentines Day or not, I have someone who loves me and reminds me the other 364 days of the year.

In college when I started dating my current boyfriend, our first Valentines Day together was quite memorable. We danced around labeling ourselves “boyfriend and girlfriend” and most of our time spent together was on the weekends between 10:00PM and 4:30AM, with the occasional movie night during the week. We weren’t seeing anyone else, but we also never quite discussed becoming official. So to keep things casual, we went out to dinner with two other couples in the same awkward scenario of “Are we together? Are we not? Are you seeing anyone? I don’t know if I’m ready for a serious relationship…” Blah blah blah. Dinner resulted in many cocktails to calm nerves and inevitably ended in fits of laughter and of course by the end of the night we had the drunken discussion that yes, in fact, we were dating. It was one of the best Valentine’s Days I have ever had just because it was with a boy I really liked that I was sure liked me too, but I’d lying if I said I didn’t think Valentines Day would sort of set the tone for where he felt we were in out “relationship” or… whatever it was. I also didn’t know what to expect, so when I came home from class earlier that afternoon and found flowers in the living room, I was not only slightly surprised but completely smitten. An announcement to all gentlemen: Yes. It is that easy. Get her flowers. The next Valentines Day it was just the two of us, and we enjoyed a night at a pub over fried pickles, burgers and wine. Perfection. Last year, we dined with another couple and feasted on decadent Italian fare at Filomena’s Restaurant in Georgetown. Tonight we’re going to dinner in Georgetown for oysters and champagne of course! I am a lucky lucky girl, and I can’t wait for tonight. I hope your Valentine’s Day is colored pink and filled with chocolates, flowers and cards no matter who they’re from.

Happiness Means…
1. 55 and sunny – finally a warm forecast!
2. Fresh, clean sheets – I brought home a month’s worth of laundry and now I can finally put fresh sheets on my bed. Praise God!
3. Being happy with what you have. This was essentially the sermon on Sunday, and although Pastor Ted made a lot of other points, it really hit home that we need to stop thinking “More! More! More!” because this life is terminal. Yikes! Be happy with what you have.
4. Banana Pudding – my mom got me an apron with the Paula Deen recipe on it and I can’t wait to make it!
5. Sleeping on the couch – It sounds silly, but I’ve spent hours- probably days- napping on my couch at home. Sick days from school, naps after track practice, coming home early Sunday morning to sleep off a hangover… I’ve spent a lot of time on that couch and it was nice to wake up early Sunday morning and curl up to sleep the rest of the morning in front of the TV and the fireplace.

Goal: Champagne!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Home is Where Your Dog Is

When I first started writing this entry, I typed "For some reason these past few days, I've been blissfully happy." As soon as I typed those words out I realized- oh my gosh of course I've been in a great mood! I can't believe I never made the connection that after all the prayers and the coincidental song and email from Tuesday... God answered my prayer. I've been calmed and happy and confident that somehow everything is going to be okay. So there. I DO know why I've been in such a great mood. Some other things that brightened my mood these past couple days...

I attempted making onion rings for dinner the other night and even though they looked nothing like this (I set off the fire alarm if that is any indication of how crispy they were), anything fried with marinara sauce is delish!

I just love this.

Sometimes I wish women were allowed to walk down the street in fantastic gowns every day. This wedding dress is breathtaking, and I love how it is so different from the trendy strapless-poofy-lacey-frilly gowns everyone wears now (although truth be told I'm a sucker for those).

I'm going home with boy for the weekend and I can't wait! Isn't it beautiful? ALthough luckily we're supposed to have warm weather in the fifties so no snow. I plan on playing with my puppy on the beach, visiting the zoo (a hidden local gem!) and having clams on the half shell and good wine with my parents on Saturday. Is it 5:00 yet?

Happiness Means...
1. Last minute happy hours at 9:00 - I went for a couple drinks with a friend last night and we both shared a lot of personal information that we've similarily dealt with growing up. It was so nice to hear that someone else understands.
2. $5 stockings at CVS - Guess what? I've purchased $20 tights from American Apparel twice and they've both ripped after one wear. I've had my trusty cvs brand for months now and they're still going strong. Its the little things!
3. Tostitos chips - do not put a bag in front of me.
4. Morning "Runs" - I love nothing more than starting my day off with running. I haven't been exercising lately and its made my days a bit more gloomy and I just feel yuck. I finally did a little exercise this morning- although no running, and my mood was instantly lifted. Hurrah for healthy mornings!
5. My sister's Betsey Johnson wayfarers - every time I see her she asks for them back, but I admit I am too attached. Maybe we should throw them in between us and see which on they run to?

Goal: Play with puppy. That is all. Happy weekend!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Happy "New" Year

You can write a blog one of two ways: tell all or tell some. Some may argue that any censorship in a blog takes away from its authenticity... that by witholding some information you lose the reader. I agree that my favorite blogs to read are those that literally tell all and make no apologies for sharing intimate details or private matters with the entire world. I, however, must confess that I write this blog for me. A lot of people write to raise awareness, maybe gain a little internet celebrity, or share valuable information. I write this as a release. I started a diary in 6th grade and wrote my last entry the summer before college. I never missed a day. It's still one of my favorite things to read because I can literally see how much has changed and how much I've grown. My entries in 6th grade start out pretty simple, something like : "Today was sunny, wore Gap red sweater, LEI jeans and Steve Madden clogs- Maggie said she loved my outfit! Mom made meatloaf for dinner. Ew!!!!!!" I wrote each entry on a desktop calendar so the squares were small enough to jot down weather, outfit and dinner. By the end of my entries, I was writing in size 4 Font, scribbling on the edges and writing on the back, stapling private Instant Messenger conversations to the page and going into full details of every outfit so as not to make a fashion repeat (can you imagine?!). As much as I love reading these entries now, it almost got to be a chore at the time of writing them. Sometimes I dodn't feel like writing anything at all but I felt like I had to because i never missed a day before. So I stopped writing in my diary through college (and thank God- I don't think I'd like to read about how many Woodchuck Ciders I got drunk off or why I was crying in the dorm at 4AM because my boyfriend "just doesn't understand!!!"... some things are not worth remembering). I started writing sporadically again my Senior year and here and there after graduation, and finally here on this blog. I don't really consider this a diary because I don't tell all. I never intended to tell anyone that I was writing on here, not because I was anticipating writing about some things I'd rather my friends and family wouldn't read, but because it's sort of nice to keep things private to yourself. I think everyone has more secrets than you think they have. I once read in an interview with Anne Hathaway (who, by the way, every time there is mention of, I think of my sister telling me she looks like a cocker spaniel) that she felt there is too much publicity in everyone's life. Not just with the paparazzi or for celebrities, but she just said how people forget how important it is to keep some things literally to yourself sometimes. I have best friends and an amazing family, but there are some things that even though I know I can trust them or have no fears of being judged, I keep to myself. That being said, I've been going through a very difficult time over the past few months. Its not a secret to a lot of people, but its not one I'm willing to share on here. Anyway... for the past two months I've been struggling to get over something and even though its a giant step in the right direction and I have tons of support, every day is tough. This struggle has actually been for years, but for the first time over the past two months, I'm making actual progress. It's taking a lot of "self-coaching" and meditation, and honestly sometimes my brain is just exhausted. BUT the good news is that I'm doing the right thing, and I'm seeing just what a difference its making already. I'm sorry if this post is so vague, but as I said- some things are best kept secret. I was driving to work yesterday feeling particularly gloomy, and I zoned out seeking the radio station when I heard this song... I don't really listen to Christian music but this song really touched me. I've been really frustrated recently with praying and reading parts of my devotional Bible, trying to find answers and support for what I'm going through. It honestly feels like there is no God sometimes. Just when I was thinking all of this yesterday on my way to work, thsi song came on the radio and I started to cry. It was a perfect answer and I think it was God telling me not to worry, that he hears me. Not five minutes later, I got an email for a family friend who I haven't heard from in a while. He said he was leaving the gym and got into his car and immediately felt like he needed to pray for me. So he wrote this brief email saying he was thinking of me and whatever it is I'm going through, there is a God that is always there listening. Can you believe this?? Oh me of little faith.

Happiness Means...
1. Clean Sheets
2. Watching "When Harry Met Sally" in bed with boy for lots of laughs before bedtime
3. Doctors - my dad is officially ok!! They finished the stress test this morning, and the doctors said he needs to change his diet and exercise routine, but his arteries and heart are fine.
4. A letter from a friend
5. Goat cheese mmmm

Goal - Relax.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

"The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage...

...A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, "Daddy, I need to ask you something," he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan."
-- Garrison Keillor

That's me and my dad. I don't love anyone on this earth more than my dad. He was in the hospital today from sudden chest pains and although it's nothing serious and the doctors aren't worried, I of course am. He'll be released around 2:30AM so I'll probably be awake until I hear back from him or my mom. Nothing is worse than being away from home when your family is sick. I wish I were closer to go sit with him and entertain him at least. Although, he's probably taking this time to rest and sleep... two things I know he doesn't do enough. I'm grateful he's probably fine and it very well could be just a digestive/diet issue, but I think what made me most upset today was realizing that he won't be around forever. I know, I know, doom and gloom and how morbid... but really I never thought about it before. I thought that about my grandparents, but neither of my parents have had health problems really ever to put them in the hospital. I just think the world of my dad and I can't imagine a world without him. So my five things aren't just what happiness means but what I love about my dad...

1. I have never doubted that he is proud of me. Every accomplishment and achievement in my life, big or small, my dad has genuinely beamed and told me how wonderful I am.
2. My dad's sense of humor is so corny and dumb sometimes, I often wonder if everyone would be surprised at how loud and cheesy he can be around our friends and family. He's been known to use a few obscenities here and there for shock value at which he always laughs afterwards at how ridiculous he sounds. For my dad to imitate 50 cent or Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, he can't even get through it without laughing. My dad is also an easy laugh. To this day, he erupts into stitches when he even thinks about old episodes of Keenan and Kel. Particularly this one: 4 minutes and 20 seconds in...
3. I am the only one who can tell my dad if he's being ridiculous. Of course my mom has no problem telling him either, but what I mean is when my dad's temper is getting out of control or he's being unreasonable about something, I always let him know. this sounds like I'm being a brat but really my dad and I are more alike than anyone else in our family, so he trusts me when I say "You're being ridiculous. Take a deep breath and calm down. Yelling is not going to get us anywhere." At the same time, my dad has told me a number of times when I am being mean to my mom. Sometimes we butt heads and because I am so stubborn, I have a hard time saying sorry. My dad always tells me to say sorry.
4. He is fascinated by everything. Walking through the woods he might point out a bird and tell us some little known fact that make it the coolest bird ever! He's also always fascinated at what he doesn't know and what he learns... particularly from throwaway comments from my mom revealing genius insight on something she thought was obvious but my dad never considered. He is still fascinated that I can understand the "language of the drive through" (someone usually accompanies him to McDonald's just to translate), or that I can pick up exactly what mom is trying to convey with a simple arm movement and blink of an eye as she sits with the choir in the church and we sit in the pew ("Dad, mom wants to know if you're ushering during this service")
5. I am not a daddy's girl and we don't have the weirdo annoying bond a lot of fathers/daughters share, nor are we awkward or distant because I can't relate to him. I have the best dad because he is the best person, and I love him for that. Having him for my dad is the greatest bonus.

Goal - Write my parents letters with funny memories and reasons why I love them. I think a personal letter is always the greatest gift of all.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

"The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence" - Edward Thomas

Isn't that the most devastatingly romantic quote you've ever read? Edward Thomas was writing about his wife while he was away at war in France from 1915 until his death in 1917. Although the boy was only a few hundred miles away this past week and not facing enemy fire in France, he finally came home yesterday and I couldn't be happier. Because I'm in the sappy romantic mood, here are some old Hollywood photos that I love...

Everything looks prettier in black and white.

Happiness means...
1. My boyfriend is my best friend.
2. A bottle of Malbec
3. Suprise presents
4. Knowing when a hug is more intimate than any kiss in the world could be.
5. When the last thing you say before you fall asleep and the first thing you say when you wake up is I love you.

Goal - Be grateful for the day.