Month: December 2010
The last blog of the year
My sister Sarah recently introduced me to DJ Earworm, who, at the end of each December, creates an epic mashup of the top 25 songs of the year. They are ridiculous. I know I love country music, but Earworm makes me want to be a pop star SO BAD. Check them out – 2007, 2008,…
Oh thank heaven for 2011
I’m a humongous fan of New Years Resolutions, although I can’t think of one that I’ve ever actually accomplished. I think that my issue is the fact that I think up these lofty, abstract goals, like “do nicer things,” or “pray more,” or, you know, my constant companion and perennial favorite, “be hot.” 2011, though? …
“Thirty-five boxes can’t be wasted”
Just when you were starting to forget it, I’m bringing up the song again. In response to my video, Lärabar sent me the most wonderful package containing, among other goodies, 4 boxes of Cocoa Môlé. That’s 64 bars – I’LL NEVER GO MÔLÉ-LESS AGAIN! I love Lärabar.
The progression of last night’s in-flight conversation
“Can I put the arm rest up?” “Sure.” [spilling over into my seat] “I’m still a big girl. But I’ve lost over 200 lbs.” “Wow – that’s incredible! Congratulations – what an accomplishment.” “No more seat-belt expander for me.” [high-five with a 70-year old woman, initiated by yours truly] “I’m Pat, by the way, and…
Denver 2010ver
When I moved to Denver a year ago, it was on an open-ended basis – I moved to be close to my family as my mom underwent cancer treatment, but had no idea what the future would hold. I decided to live it up and soak in every bit of Colorado that I could, since…
Songbirds
My friend Haley Shaw is utterly lovely. She sings like an angel, and is wicked smart and real, and is one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen up close. I’ve been listening to her song “Iowa City” on repeat this week. It’s good, y’all. Real good. There are these two other girls in…
Forgive again, begin again
It’s never too late to learn how to forgive, over and over and over. Today is another one of those days.
Yet another Southwest thriller
On Saturday, I flew back to Colorado. I’ll be with my family through Christmas, and then fly back to Nashville for another week – because apparently, I enjoy being a geographical ping-pong ball. I flew Southwest (like I always do), fell asleep the minute I boarded (like I always do), and slept for the first…
O-Emma-G
Fanciness, merriment, and roistering. Bacon-wrapped jalapeños stuffed with cheese. And then, as if the night couldn’t get any more awesome, KARAOKE. And even better, twirling at ROBERT’S. I didn’t even look like a hobo. Today, though? I totally do. Lordy.
Holiday hobo girl
This is the week, the one that happens every December, the one that I always tell myself that I’ll do differently next year but I never do. It’s the week before Christmas, which always seems to be busier than the week of Christmas. Parties, people, events, high heels, big hair, sugar, wine, beer, money that…