February 2012
10 posts
February Photo Challenge | 2/6: dinner
A 24th birthday one for my (not so) little Brother.
Special thanks to the hostess at Jack Fry’s for cutting out a third of the table! This was her third attempt:
And then we gave up.
February Photo Challenge | 2/5: 10am
Most days.
[Confession: I’m not into nail polish. Please don’t unfollow me!]
February Photo Challenge | 2/4: a stranger
In an awesome jacket. At the Yum! Center watching my Cardinals stomp all over the UConn Huskies.
“As “Big Pimpin” played, two blonde girls rapped. A couple of feet...”
– Rolling Stone
See photo below. Truly, I’ve never been more proud of my friends.
Forgive the photo spam that's about to come.
I went home last weekend to surprise my brother for his birthday and promptly neglected all February Photo Challenge obligations in favor of some non-internet fun.
Also, there’s no photo challenge for “extreme jealousy,” so I’m just going to put this picture of my friends WITH JAY-Z AND NAS right here.
[photo originally via. but they recently cropped it. that shit...
February Photo Challenge | 2/3: hands
holding booze. Cheers to the weekend!
February Photo Challenge | 2/2: words
Drunken ones. From two of my faves. [These texts made my night!]
Liz Moore Music and Books: Signed HEFT giveaway →
lizmooremusic:
Dear friends,
I feel slightly uncouth doing this for reasons I can’t explain, but I’m going to do it anyway, as a thank you to you all and also as a shameless promotional tool for the book. W.W. Norton thanks you for understanding.
I’d like to give away two signed copies ofHEFT. I will write whatever you want in it. With the exception of some terrible offensive thing that...
February Photo Challenge | 2/1: your view today
out of the city/in to work on a warm Wednesday morning.
[updated with my first Instagram!]
January 2012
27 posts
Today.
Started with:
A migraine;
A un-maskable blemish (square in the middle of my forehead, natch);
A strong desire to never leave my covers…
and ended with:
A firm handshake and a new promotion;
A solid 3 mile run;
A salad;
A mudmask;
A new book under those same cozy covers 18 hours later.
Monday, I’d say you’ve turned yourself around quite nicely.
Today's Feelings on Lunch: as Expressed by the...
Forgot to bring my (really good) leftover pasta for lunch:
Discovered today is NACHO BAR DAY in the cafeteria:
The Real-Life Notebook →
On Monday, in the couple’s shared room, Presley took his last breathe (sic) at the age of 101. Just four hours later, Ethel passed away peacefully at the age of 99. “Even though she couldn’t talk to us and she couldn’t tell us what was on her mind and she couldn’t express that something about him not being there made her feel something was missing… Did she know?...
A new record.
9:39am and I’m already throwing in the towel on today.
It’s going to be a long one, isn’t it?
Random Tuesday musings.
I know The Artist is supposed to be amazing. Oscar-nominated. Blah blah. I’d love to say I’m high-brow enough for it, but a 1 hour 40 minute silent film…not happening.
When did HBD become an acceptable birthday greeting? And who thinks “birthday” is two words?
I’m chronically late to the bandwagon, but I’m so happy I joined the Homeland one after the...
Later, Pinterest.
I’m not getting back on until someone figures out how to filter out all the 14 year olds who think a wedding is the same thing as a quinceanera.
…and that quinceanera somehow belongs in the home decor section.
Can I get a mulligan?*
Today I:
Raced to make my train (like actually ran) then sat in a seat of spilled coffee.
Got the time wrong for a meeting about company “re-structuring.” Not the best one to miss.
Realized that a piece of plastic wrap was INSIDE my tights. Had to wait 2.5 hours to get it out.
Spilled french onion soup smack down the front of my dress.
*But I’d like to keep the good hair day...
Those 2 plane tickets...
ARE TAKING US TO ITALY!
[photo via Conde Nast’s recent Photo Tour of Rome.]
In and out of Rome, more specifically. And I could not possibly be more excited.
The Boyfriend and I will be there for a week and are most likely doing a loop to the north of Rome, to include Florence and Lake Como.
Here, dear internet friends, is where I ask you to send me all your well-traveled tips, trends...
This weekend in numbers:
67 - [approximate] alcoholic beverages consumed. Spiked cider is just so good.
20 - dollars I found on the street yesterday afternoon!
6 - people at our house, crowded around the fireplace with mugs in hand, enjoying the heck out of a Sunday and each other.
5 - total nap hours in 3 days.
4 - [guesstimated] number of crimes observed during a very sketchy watch pawning situation in Old City.
3...
bees-knees:
“By replacing ink cartridges with paint on an antique typewriter, artist Tyree Callahan has created a new instrument in which paint and words converge.” via maquettte
Dear Friday,
No one else got the memo that you’re here.
People are all up on my email, phone, calendar and gchat like Tuesday’s around!
What the heck? Don’t they know she’s long gone?
I fear it’s just you and me for at least the next 4 and a half hours.
Hang in there, though. We’ll make it. And once everyone FINALLY sees that you’re here, it’s going to be...
Thursday, January 12, 2012.
The longest day in the history of the world.
30 (plus).
Kime posted an article on creating habits a while back. It has been floating around in my head ever since.
According to the article, the first two principles of creating a new habit are:
1. Start with a 30 day conditioning period.
2. Do it daily.
I want to (re)become a habitual runner.
The time that I trained and ran the half-marathon was most definitely the best shape I’ve (ever?) been...
December 2011
25 posts
The New Year's Eve attire
for our ten-person dinner party/sloppy game night is:
SWEATPANTS AND BLAZERS.
Sequins and fleece-lined leggings…starting 2012 off right.
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
It feels good to be home. (via thebaucompair)
Lists of three.
Three kinds of people I do not care for:
Ungratefuls. Like I know you didn’t ask me to make that list/send that email/find that thing. But I did. Because I wanted to be service-y and kind. And if it’s not what you needed/wanted/were looking for, then I’m sorry it wasn’t helpful, but you could still say “thank you.”
Pushers. Something about the holidays makes...
Taking pleasure in the little things.
Him: You know, this is pretty close to a perfect night.
Me: At home. Watching tv. On a Wednesday. Really?
Him: I’m watching hockey fights. You’re reading blogs. We’re wearing sweatpants and eating tacos.
Me: You’re right. I love tonight.
Bridezilla's Revenge
Remember this?
It’s gotten worse.
Like the bride told her she ought to be “writing down every thought I have.” With seriousness. And then she gave her a notebook as a “gift.”
It is appallingly hilarious [because I’m not living it].
However, rather than turn this spot into “funny stuff my friend says when her other friend morphs into bridezilla,”...
Three reasons today is a good day.
I had my annual doctor’s appointment this morning. The gyno’s office isn’t exactly Funville, but you know what? It’s NOT WORK. And this morning, that was good enough for me. (Plus, it’s mostly just me sitting in a room alone while reading a magazine with my pants off, which is a scene I’m quite familiar and comfortable with.)
IT IS JAMBALAYA DAY IN THE...
Drink Drank Drunk.
If you are willing to put your “most embarrassing” drunken story on the internet, then it’s not good enough.
