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Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

Crave

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

I know, I know.  Things won’t make me happy.  No matter what I get, things will leave me feeling empty – empty like a Kardashian brain.

But let’s just say that it’s Lent, and that for Lent, I gave up frugality.

Here’s what I would buy:

Charley Harper: An Illustrated Life.

This shirt in every color.

Cocktail shaker.

Fingerless gloves.


A tiny clock.  (What?)

A puppy.

A piano.

A Scout.

It’s a good thing I have sensible, prudent things to spend my money on, like cavities and car repairs.  This is saving me from the world of disappointment I would surely discover if I actually got a tiny clock.

Steered in a positive direction

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

For as much as I love cheese – which, trust me, my devotion is infinite and everlasting – I rarely eat grilled cheese.  Chalk it up to just another childhood overdose – I never eat peanut butter & jelly, either.  Grilled cheese lost its appeal before Clinton took office.

Which is why it was shocking that yesterday, I had the chance to eat a grilled cheese for lunch – and I jumped at it.  Like, I literally sprung out of my chair and made a beeline for the kitchen.  See, my co-worker Delaney is a dazzling maker-of-all-foods, and she brought a griddle!  To work!  To make grilled cheeses!  And if this woman makes something, it is a guaran-freaking-tee that I will love it.

I’m serious.  Remember how Ritz Cracker Cheese Sandwiches are my secret shame?  Delaney has actually taken these bite-sized wonders and made them into a gourmet snack.  She shakes some sort of herby goodness all over them, and I swear, they could be served to the Queen of England.

After experiencing this woman’s brilliance yesterday, I can positively say that I am back in the saddle when it comes to grilled cheese.  She has renewed my hope, my faith, my confidence in the sandwich.  Thank you, Delaney, for pointing me toward the truth.

Now, to make my own.  I’m looking for grilled cheese tips, if anyone has any…

I promise I won’t keep doing this

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

micahannie

But… I just love him so much.  So much that I want to be just like him.

Sure thing

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

This is my nephew Micah. He is 4. He is one of my favorite humans on the planet, tied only with his little brother Tyler.

Micah has always been advanced when it comes to speech – he has a large vocabulary, and is not afraid to use it. Recently, during a game of Candyland, he lectured my mom about her “options.” He has been known to pick up and then repeat phrases that he probably never should have heard, such as:

“That cat crapped on me.”

“Good Lord!”

And my personal favorite:
“Screw you, Jessie!” Said with much enthusiasm and gusto.

Lately, due to some unknown source of inspiration, Micah has been bringing back a great expression.

Micah, do you like trains?
“I sure do!”

Micah, are you excited for school?
“I sure am!”

Micah, aren’t these cookies delicious?
“They sure are!”

An earnest and ardent affirmation. I love the way that Micah embraces life wholeheartedly, and expresses his unbridled excitement. I want to be more like him.

I sure do.

Perfect fit

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

In her memoir “Eat, Pray, Love,” Elizabeth Gilbert succinctly defines the human condition as simply “the heartbreaking inability to sustain contentment.”

Any attempt that I throw at happiness will eventually fade. No amount of money, power, fame, clout, success, wit, possessions, or H-O-double-T hottness is going to be enough to fulfill that eternally aching place in my spirit. I know that on my own, I cannot make and keep myself content – it’s impossible.

But I thought I would try, anyway.

Behold! My new shoes!

The picture shows the color to be greyish, but trust me, these babies are teal. As soon as I set eyes on these gems, I thought, “Now, those are Annie Shoes if I’ve ever seen them.” And since I had a gift card given to me on my birthday, they were free (thanks, Becca!).

Whoever said that you can’t buy happiness has obviously never been to Target.

Competition

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

It appears as though Jim Halpert may have a run for his money.

This was the world’s most humble and magnanimous win I have ever witnessed. I am blown away by this man. His modesty and grace make him so likable, I can hardly stand it.

David Cook has cemented himself into my heart, and single-handedly convinced it to beat again. If you need me, I’ll just be over here swooning.

PS: All of my big talk about hating men in vests? Retracted. Revoked. Reversed.

Apple love

Saturday, January 19th, 2008

Shut up. Shut UP.

I really love my Macbook. It’s black and sleek and has never, ever let me down. It is why this blog is possible. It is my portal to the outside world. It is my Craigslist housing connection. It is the reason I have found oh-so-appropriate gems like this.

But then I saw this.

And I was consumed with such longing. It’s so… THIN. And light! And, AND! It has a backlit keyboard, which is something that I have wished for forever.

But more than jealousy, I am filled with pride. I mean, I am an Apple girl. This is the same kind of pride that I felt when I first saw this, and realized, “THAT’S TOTALLY MY CAR.” That’s exactly what I do every morning to start it, too.

And just so we’re clear, the moment that they start making the iPhone in leopard print, I’m pouncing.

Newfound purpose

Monday, January 14th, 2008

For the past 10 days (has it only been 10 days?), I have been a rollercoaster of emotion. Within a single day, I can feel hugely hopeful, and then despairing, and then peaceful, and then turmoiled. I don’t enjoy feeling so schizophrenic, and I don’t like the fact that my circumstances have such control over my attitude. I continue to plug away, looking for jobs and places to live, but each time that something looks promising, the rug is ripped out from beneath my feet and I fall apart.

But I have found a new reason to live.

Walking through Pier 1 tonight, I came across the most perfect couch I could possibly dream up. No, it’s not flashy, and there’s nothing really remarkable about it aside from the fact that it was screaming my name. And from the depth of my spirit, my soul (sounding strangely like David Cassidy) echoed back, “I think I love you, so what am I so afraid of?”

I circled the sofa, inspecting every line, every angle. Is it red, or is it rust, or is it brown, or is it pink? I choose to believe that it could be any color that I want it to be. I cautiously lowered myself onto the cushions, and was pleasantly surprised to find it cozy and comfortable. I envisioned it next to the the only piece of furniture that I own, The Chair:


Obviously, for someone who has such impeccable taste in furniture, not just any sofa will do. And I have found one that is up to standards.

Therefore, I will press on in my job search. I will persevere until I find a home. And someday, when I once again have ANY expendable income, the couch will be mine.

Oh yes. It will.

My best boys

Monday, October 8th, 2007

After a long-stretch of time with my nephews, Jeremy and Ashley arrived home tonight to relieve me of childcare duties. I am now excused from monitoring bowel movements (“I’m DUUHHH-un!”), re-telling the story of “The Lion King” every hour, receiving already-chewed gum into the palm of my hand, and being presented with a special gift from Micah: a remarkably large piece of dried skin that he peeled off of his top lip.

I am free to go about my business – which, let’s be honest, consists of updating my Facebook profile and checking the personal ads on Craigslist (Seattle, Kansas City, AND Nashville). Kansas City is a restful place for me… and by “restful,” I mean a virtual flatline. You would think that all of this free time would result in me being ultra-productive; not so. Not knowing many people aside from my family results in an over-eating, under-exercising, YouTube-scouring numbing of my mind. Being with Micah and Tyler was the most eventful and stimulating occasion I could have hoped for.

They are truly marvelous little guys, and not just because they’re my nephews. I’ve hung around enough kids to know that Micah and Tyler are exceptionally well-behaved, well-mannered, good natured boys. They are not antagonistic. They play extremely well together, and share their toys. Micah is constantly coming up with cute little spontaneous compliments (“I LOVE your shirt, Annie!”), and Tyler is so polite (“Thank you for my pizza!”). I believe this is a testament to Jeremy and Ashley’s parenting; they have done an amazing job with these guys. They have turned out to be my favorite humans on the planet.

Today, while playing with their trains, Micah brought his little engine up to Tyler’s.

“What’s the matter, Thomas?” Micah asked the little train.

And in his tiny lisp, Tyler responded, “I’m not the matter – I’m just nice.”

And it’s true: Micah and Tyler are “not the matter” – they’re “just nice.” They are innocent and carefree, living life day-to-day and trusting that they will be provided for. They do not worry. They do not vie for attention or favor. They’re just nice.

Don’t lose that. Keep being your extraordinary selves – and just like it’s happening now, everyone who meets you will fall in love with you. The world needs you, Micah and Tyler – my best boys.