Monday, November 30, 2009
What do you do when you're having a Charlie Brown kind of weekend?
Why, buy the scrawniest Christmas tree in the lot, and make it beautiful, of course.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
BUT, speaking of butter, things could always go worse: at least I didn't get hit in the face with a ham.
Oh Paula Deen, bless your sweet heart.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
For moments of joy on gloomy grey days.
For the chance to get by all on my own.
And the grace to know that if I can't, I'm still loved.
For work that I love with people who make me laugh.
For a family in good health, even if miles away.
For video chats with a room full of familiar faces.
For morning phone calls with friends on their lunch breaks.
For east coast night shift sleep schedules.
For thrift stores.
For crock pots.
For officially being able to listen to Christmas music.
For twinkle lights.
And casseroles that remind me of home.
For the start of the advent season.
For the abundant love of Christ.
Monday, November 23, 2009
This year, though, as much as I hate to admit it... I've been a bit of a Christmas whore. I haven't gone all the way yet... no Christmas movies, no decorations.. but I've had more than a few flings with some choice carols. Christmas is feeling me up, and I'm not stopping him.
One of my absolute holiday favorites is Sufjan Stevens. After three years of buying one song at a time for my Christmas mix (soon to be mailed, if you're one of the lucky few!), I finally bit the bullet and bought his 3 disc collection "Songs for Christmas" (buy it immediately-- you will not regret it). Unfortunately, I forgot to change the mailing address on my amazon account. So instead of showing up here, it arrived at my parents' house this weekend. Accident? Maybe. But I think someone up there doesn't want me to lose my Christmas virginity just yet.
But, c'mon! With songs like this one ringing in the advent season, who can blame me for trying?
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Yes, her collection was more cohesive and she probably deserved the win.
But if I owned this dress. I would NEVER take it off.
Also, Irina was rude. And you are not. Actually, you're pretty awesome.
So, when Logan brings you back to Seattle to introduce you to his family before he proposes, let's do lunch. K?
Your biggest fan
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
So in an effort to not get fat and crabby this winter, I got myself a gym membership.
In typical west coast fashion, my gym is called "Om." and its motto is "tone your body, calm your mind." Very zen.
The truth is, I had ulterior motives. For one, attractive men usually hang out at gyms. Of course, since I have overactive sweat glands and generally soak through any and all clothing I wear for workouts, I'm not planning to actually talk to any of these specimens (also, cute boys make me sweat even more than workouts do... so there you have it), but, as someone who works in a field completely dominated by women and gay men, it's nice to breathe in a little testosterone every once in a while..
Also, the gym has really nice, warm showers. And since my apartment is a renovated attic and I can't stand in my leaky, cold drip of a shower without touching my head to the ceiling, the promise of a warm shower after working out was pretty enticing.
But lo and behold, despite my entirely superficial reasons for joining, I'm actually kinda enjoying working out (wha!!?). The gym has great equipment and pretty fun classes, and apparently workout-induced endorphins are pretty addictive-- who knew?
And get this-- this morning, determined to not let the time change get the best of me I went to spinning and yoga. At 6am.
Let me repeat that. I, who spent my summer not working and sleeping until noon, took a workout class at 6am. Which means I had to wake up at 5:15 to get ready and out the door on time.
You know the crazy thing? I'm still awake. And I feel amazing. Refreshed. And kinda Sexy.
Who knows, next time you run into me, my mom-butt may look more like buns of steel.
But then again, that may just be the new pair of Spanx I bought at Nordstrom Rack this weekend...
Monday, November 2, 2009
My apologies to the third world, at large. Please ignore the fact that 500 dollars could probably build a new well in your village or provide immunizations and life-saving medications for your children. Or that the material for these boots probably came from the hide of an animal whose meat could have fed your family for a month.
I am a terrible, vain, selfish American and right now all I can think about is exiting a room with exquisite leather bows gracing the backs of my calves.