*Golden*

I'm spoiled rotten. It's a fact.

This morning my dad showed up with birthday cards, my favorite drink from Caribou, oatmeal for breakfast. And 26 long-stemmed red roses. Grandma sent me a gorgeous garnet ring from her own collection {we have the same birthstone} and I decided it is totally appropriate to wear a sparkly gold brocade party dress to work. On your golden birthday, it definitely counts as office attire.

 P.S. I sure hope Rory got some treats after posing for my birthday wish picture...

Hotlanta

It turns out Hotlanta isn't so hot during the winter. It was only about 30-40 degrees while I was there but luckily, I had a snuggle buddy to keep me warm every night.

My bed Monday morning:

Sara and I had a BLAST during my weekend jet setting trip to visit her but it is nice to be back in Minnesota.

My bed Tuesday morning:

Also, it turns out 80lb Rottweilers put off a little more heat than 6lb kittens. Ebbie needs to step up her game.

A weekend away

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."

-C.S. Lewis

St. Paul, MN 2009

Seal Beach, CA 2010

Atlanta, GA 2011

 CURRENTLY IN PROGRESS!

I'm off for a weekend away visiting Miss. Sara. Back in a few days!

Priorities

If you're invisible, can you get mosquito bites?


I think you could because you're still there...you just can't be seen but you can bump into things so the mosquitoes should be able to find you.


But I think they can only find you if they can smell you. Or is it that they sense your heat? Either way, I think both of those things are still present when you're invisible because the only thing that is changing is your visibility, not your actually matter and its properties.


Unless...hmm.

With everything else that's going on my life, why is THIS the problem that kept me up in the middle of the night?

Worth repeating

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

-Elizabeth Alexander's Inaugural Poem 

 

Photo taken on Mississippi River Road

A sidequote worth repeating...

Finding the perfect outfit carries a mythical appeal, unlike unicorns, which devalue their myth each time they model for chintzy notebook covers. 

{Groupon email, 12.30.10}

{Image found here} 

Les Fleurs

On a freezing cold day I left the office to grab a quick lunch at home. Bad dreams the night before had me in a funk and I needed to get some fresh air to shake them off.

Since I park in the garage on the alley, it's rare that I walk up my own front steps. I made it to the top of the first set of stairs before it registered there had been a small brown lump at the bottom of them. I turned around and bent down to see what it was.

There, nestled in the snow, was a perfect, dried, round hydrangea blossom. None of my neighbors have hydrangeas in the summer (much less in January) and I live no where near a florist. I have no idea where it came from but I picked it up and smiled for the first time all day.



The crazy thing is that last year, on a really tough day, I found a branch of dried hydrangeas stuck under my garage door.

It's a mystery. And I love it.

Photos taken by me.

Burn, Baby, burn.

I like to pretend I know how to put out candles with my fingertips and not get burned but my attempts usually end with me hopping around in a circle trying not to swear. I have tried wetting my fingers but then I just end up with sooty stuff all over my hands and the candle still isn't fully out.

Also, as annoyed as I get by the fact my smoke alarm is more sensitive than I am and goes off at the slightest hint of smoke/bathsteam/hairspray, it also makes me feel safe at the same time.

And yes, these two random thoughts are, in fact, related. Welcome to my world.

Photo found in google images.

It's a toss up, Downward Dog

It's hard to say what was the best part of my New Years day yoga;
the fact I still had on my make-up and a bar stamp on my hand from the night before or the cookies our instructor gave out at the end of the hour.

Probably a toss-up.

Photo from Balian Yoga Center