Monday, July 8, 2013


Long time, no write.

I forgot (for a while) that this blog is for me, and not for anyone else, and I let that scaredy cat feeling of other people reading keep me from posting.

So, here we go again. But with some semblance of structure (even though it likely won't last, because really? do you know who is writing this?)

Currently listening to:

Lorde - Royals (with lyrics)
 "You can call me Queen B" (wink, smile, serious face)
I first heard this on 92.3 (Indy people, you know what I'm talking about) - and thought it was Emily Wells, except I knew it wasn't.
(note to self: post about seeing Emily Wells live)

The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather
I can't get over this song. When it plays on the radio I dance in my car. And I don't dance. Ever. Everything about it (except the video) reminds me of NY. Which is ridiculous because this band is from LA. So what the hell are they singing about Sweater Weather for anyways? (It should be noted that I've never been to LA, so perhaps they DO have sweater weather. I don't know. Do you hear me, MARK?!)
Anyways, not important (or at least mostly not important...). The album was $8.99 on iTunes. Worth every penny.

It should be noted that I had no idea The Postal Service re-released Give Up as a Deluxe Edition (= Give Up, PLUS 15!!, even though some are the same, just and perhaps slightly different) back in APRIL. Clearly I am behind the news, as usual. Haven't purchased yet, but on the list.

Currently reading:

The textbooks for my Life & Health Licensing Exam. Who doesn't do well with tests, especially multiple choice? THIS GIRL! My class is at the end of this month, and my exam shortly before my birthday. Read: MUST PASS EXAM.

Currently cooking:

I don't think 'icicle pickles' count as cooking, but there is brining and vinegar-ing and potential CANNING going on in my house. Whoa.

See also: in love with our Farmer's Market and the fresh pasta we're having for dinner because of it's gloriousness.

LOVE to you.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

A typical conversation

I'm showing Mark some awesome stuff I found on etsy. Stuff that involves jellyfish. When he points to the screen and says
"Deadliest invertebrate on the planet."

To which I respond
"But it's so pretty!"


Sunday, April 29, 2012

Make More Memories

I wrote this in February, 2010 and stumbled upon it tonight.

It's almost hard to believe I lived the life I see in the photos chronologically archived in my iPhoto.

Trespassing, scuba diving in the pool, riding a shaky elevator up and back down an antenna taller than my imagination, taking pictures and videos of 'my boys' luging down a barely created road, climbing real rock for the first time, shivering next to the Suby while I counted the number of steps, seconds, it should take. Hiking to what seemed like nowhere, and back.
Laying in the living room, on the skating ramp, in the office on the couch.
Talking about girls, about Mark, about love, about honesty.

But never never never a picture, a memory, a word
about death.

I couldn't, won't, can't, stand to lose another person like that.

I'm tasting nothing but four words
Please don't leave me.

I'm scared EVERY TIME. This nonchalance is my greatest facade. 
The odds - they are in my favor [and no, that wasn't a Hunger Games reference]. But I am a worst-case-scenario kind of girl.

Tattoo ideas in the works. Day of the Dead skulls, trees and storybooks. Lilies, everywhere. And butterflies - always butterflies, which are rampant right now. 

It always makes me feel better to say this, so - 
I've still got a lot to learn. 
This life, it is heartbreaking. More importantly it is crazy and wonderful - that's how he would want me to remember our time together.
Goal: Make More Memories. 

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

2 things I learned this week that I think you should know too

1. If you habitually spill/splatter butter or oil on your nice, BRAND NEW shirts and can't seem to get those stains to disappear? Dish Soap. I do not lie. It even worked on a nice, BRAND NEW shirt, that I wore to Tosh, and then splattered butter all over while eating delicious mussels afterwards. [ McCormick & Schmicks I love you. And your blueberry mojitos. AND the mussels, duh.]
Oh, and I washed it before trying to treat it, which is a big NO NO apparently. A few dabs of dish soap, about 2 minutes [I'm impatient] and a little water, and *poof*. All appearances that you are a total klutz/slob have disappeared.
Maybe you already know this. If so, yay for you! If not, You're Welcome. :D

2. Note - This has absolutely nothing to do with the above.
If your stomach is really upset, and you decide it would be a good idea to take some pepto-bismol, even when you can't keep any liquid or food down, your tongue can, wait for it,
turn black.
And nothing will freak you out more then waking up with sore abs from puking [TMI? sorry. kind of.]  and going to brush your teeth and realizing your tongue suddenly has a mysterious black coating on it. To be fair, the box warns you of this [among other things], which prevented me from immediately calling my Dr. and, instead, immediately calling my Mom.
She probably told me to take some Vitamin C.

So, the lessons of the past week are - be messy, and avoid pepto-bismol because that is just WEIRD.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Mark and I discovered today why owning pets will rip your heart out. 
We had to make a very tough decision, and tomorrow our beloved Russell will be laid to rest. 
We love him, and we are crushed beyond words. 

Thank you Russ, for being the most amazing cat anyone could ever ask for.
You have won over the hearts of many a cat-hater and enforced to anyone who met you exactly why cats are so awesome. 
We will miss you so, SO much. 

Tuesday, December 27, 2011


Wearing my Christmas jeans, my Christmas sweater, my Christmas necklace, and my Christmas bracelet.
Using my Christmas immersion blender to make cream of tomato soup, and our Christmas bacon [yah, you read that right] for BLT's.
And let's not forget the Christmas present to myself - the pesto tucked away in the freezer. Little pockets of summer.
We are spoiled, and lucky, and so very thankful.


Saturday, October 29, 2011

"When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." - Henri Nouwen