Tuesday, March 31
Monday, March 30
New Happily Ever After Plan
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,And close to my heart he'll always stay.
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and
Nelly and Faye.
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay.
Far away far away, I want to go far away.
To a new life on a new shore line.
Where the water is blue and the people are new.
To another island, in another life.
I want to go far away.
Away away, I want to go far away, away, away
I want to go far away, far away.
Thanks to Ingrid Michaelson, I have a new life plan: Move to Maine, find a lobsterman, and live happily ever after. Possibly in a lighthouse.
via Jo
via Jo
Sunday, March 29
Word of the Day
Alas:
An interjection of sorrow, grief or apprehension of evil.
Please do not use it in place of "therefore" (meaning "as a result..."). It bothers me. That is all.
An interjection of sorrow, grief or apprehension of evil.
Please do not use it in place of "therefore" (meaning "as a result..."). It bothers me. That is all.
Friday, March 27
Waking Up Laughing

This morning I woke up to someone saying, "S***!!!" Why? Because they were late for work. Is this a nice thing to wake up to? Probably not. But is it better than the "crescent moon" ring tone that has been waking me up? Yes. Much better. So keep on waking up late little roomie. Keep on waking up late.
via Daily Painters
Wednesday, March 25
Tuesday, March 24
Good, Better, Bests
Good: Not having to go in to work
Better: Taking a two hour nap
Better: Taking a two hour nap
Best: Having a wonderful friend who fixed my car for me!
Thank You Thank You Thank You Ben!You are my hero of the day/week/month/possibly year and I will miss you in the summer.
Pinkerton is back on his feet! Whoo hoo!
=
Me looking around and, realizing that Heather is too high from her root canal to care, whipping off my shirt and using it to remove the pizza from the oven.
Pinkerton is back on his feet! Whoo hoo!
Crazy moment:
Making pizza and washing the hot pads at the same time=
Me looking around and, realizing that Heather is too high from her root canal to care, whipping off my shirt and using it to remove the pizza from the oven.
New Addictions
Peonies! What have you done to me? Created a monster, that's for sure.
Reiss
So good! One day, I will not be a poor college student, but a successful young woman that can spend glorious amounts on clothing like this. I can't wait.




So good! One day, I will not be a poor college student, but a successful young woman that can spend glorious amounts on clothing like this. I can't wait.




Monday, March 23
This is the last time. Promise!
Okay maybe promise is too strong a word. But anyways, I think I have decided on a major. (Remember how I don't like Humanities anymore? Thanks a lot, Dr. Call.)
(insert drum roll)
Communications with an emphasis in Public Relations and a minor in English.
Honestly, I am the most indecisive person I know.
(insert drum roll)
Communications with an emphasis in Public Relations and a minor in English.
Honestly, I am the most indecisive person I know.
Word of the Week
Exsanguinate:
To drain a body of blood. Vampires do this. And I am looking for an opportunity to use it this week. Wish me luck!
To drain a body of blood. Vampires do this. And I am looking for an opportunity to use it this week. Wish me luck!
Sunday, March 22
Ballerinas
Lately (meaning the last week or so) I have been lamenting the fact that I am not a ballerina. There is something haunting and mesmerizing about them. I want to be one of them. How am I to accomplish this?
1. Conquer my clumsiness. i.e. Stop tripping over air and falling off bikes.
2. Drop out of school and practice all day every day.
3. Lose at least 40 pounds, because we all know that a ballerina can't weigh over 100 pounds.
4. Buy a tutu.
5. Move to New York.



Thanks Tina and Peony
1. Conquer my clumsiness. i.e. Stop tripping over air and falling off bikes.
2. Drop out of school and practice all day every day.
3. Lose at least 40 pounds, because we all know that a ballerina can't weigh over 100 pounds.
4. Buy a tutu.
5. Move to New York.




Thanks Tina and Peony
Saturday, March 21
This is how I feel...

Bored. Depressed, maybe? Like I'm waiting for the rest of my life to start. Like someone dressed me up against my will.
P.S. Thanks Kenzie!
This Too Shall Pass
Even Superman has kryptonite. And if he has something that brings him to his knees and makes him cry out, then I feel like it is okay that I hurt. It is okay that I cry. It is okay that there are some things that are too big for me to deal with on my own. It's okay. And best of all, it will be okay. This too shall pass.
Thanks Ryan Shrupe and the Rubber Band
Thanks Ryan Shrupe and the Rubber Band
Friday, March 20
Favorite Quote of the Day
"This is like Shakespeare meets Twilight!"
~Leigh referring to the paper that Dr. Call wrote where he made us believe that the Mel Gibson Hamlet is about vampires. It worked.
~Leigh referring to the paper that Dr. Call wrote where he made us believe that the Mel Gibson Hamlet is about vampires. It worked.
Thursday, March 19
Dreaming

As the weather warms up and we begin to enjoy floaty dresses and picnics, I find myself dreaming of the ocean and counting down the days until I see it again. This summer, there is nothing stopping me from going each week. No outrageous gas prices, no vindictive schedulers, no angry rain. Just me. And I am going. You are welcome to come along, but only if you understand the enchantment. Only if you find solace in the sunshine, sand, and swirling waters. Only if you value the solitary. Only if you allow me my calm moments before pestering me with the frisbee or the kite, because I simply cannot resist the childlike feeling that those things give me. And if we get a sailboat, well, I just might be in heaven.
Thanks Jo!
Tuesday, March 17
Bests and Worsts Today
Best: Macy told me all about a "cowboy" song today that she loves and wanted me to hear. Jody finally figured out what the heck this little four year old was talking about and we soon had Boot Scoot Boogie blasting while Macy sang along to every word. I tell ya, that girl has great taste.
Worst: Realizing that I need to learn to forgive. No, that I need to want to learn to forgive, but still refusing to.
Worst: Realizing that I need to learn to forgive. No, that I need to want to learn to forgive, but still refusing to.
Sorry
Yes, I realize that Roman Romances does not belong on the Lovely Things list, but I'm sorry. I am not creating a list for blogs that I am guiltily reading. So there is will stay. I apologize for any inconvenience or discomfort that this may cause you. No, I am not a sucker for gossip. And yes, I secretly dream of having enough romance in my life to make it onto that blog. I have a feeling that Elfie might make it there before me. Maybe.
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